Molyneux: Her second lover.
Mrs. Martineau: How subtle you are.
Lord William: A woman’s first lover is usually a slight caricature of her husband. People don’t escape from one thing to another, but from one thing to the same thing.
Molyneux: There you are again, Bill, always dragging in your confounded philosophy.
Mrs. Martineau: What is your philosophy?
Molyneux: It isn’t really philosophy at all—Bill maintains that life is a merry-go-round always coming back to the same point.
Lord William: And we poor fools think that we are steering our painted swans when we can turn them neither to right nor to left. Why, we can’t even make them go faster or slower.
Jordan: You don’t believe in free will, Lord William?
Lord William: I believe that one can fall off.