Mrs. Martineau (acidly): Perhaps, but you think of nothing else.
Molyneux: Thinking about Ann is a delightful occupation. It is like thinking about primroses and spring and lilac bushes and blue-bell woods, all of the things, in fact, that we are too clever or too stupid to think about.
Lord William: You left out skylarks and rippling brooks and blossoming trees.
Mrs. Martineau (acidly): And red flannel blankets.
Molyneux: I should like to have forgotten them.
Lord William: Think of Molly dreaming about primroses and red flannel and you will realize that Ann is something more than a saint.
Selina: A saint who works miracles.
Mrs. Martineau: A siren, in fact.
Lord William: You should always remember, Selina, that virtue has its charms.