Lucy. Oh, I know——
Mme. Arriégo. No, she can have no idea! It was a burning flame, a fire of passion!
Mme. de Loudan. What flowing eloquence! What delicacy of imagination!
Bellac. With such an audience, who could not be eloquent?
Duchess. And what was the subject to-day?
Ladies. LOVE!
Duchess. (To Roger) Of course!
Mme. Arriégo. So poetic!
Mme. de Loudan. And so scientific! He is half psychologist, half dreamer; he plays with the scalpel as well as the lyre! It was—there was only one thing I couldn’t agree with: that the basis of love is instinct.
Bellac. But, Marquise, I was speaking of——