Mrs. Orr.
Hear them laugh!
I wouldn't live with such a wicked man.
Mrs. Egerton.
That isn't kind in you.
Mrs. Orr.
In twenty years
We'll all be wearing grave-clothes.
Mrs. Egerton.
Sylvia!
Mrs. Orr.
There'll not be one retreat where we can go,
We ladies of the ancien régime;
We'll all be out, with not a single place
Where we can make the tables ring with cards
And laugh and just be gay. Even the pines,
The beautiful pines, are tainted, and the snow.
The winter long I'll never dare go out.
I'll be afraid I'll catch this 'Help the world'
And come home hearing things. You precious goose!
You just shan't give way to this silly mood.
And at the moment when you have about you
The money and the best names in the State;
Just everything that mortal heart can wish.