Selina: Why not?
Lady Emily: Too good.
Mrs. Martineau: Perhaps you didn’t like good young men, Lady Emily.
Lady Emily: I did not, and they didn’t like me.
Selina: What was Molly like when he was young, Aunt Emily?
Lady Emily: Much the same. Not bald, of course, but funny—always very funny and available ... there when wanted.
Selina: And when he wasn’t?
Lady Emily: Yes, then too. Curiosity, not unkindness.
Ann: He has never loved anyone but you.
Lady Emily: Fiddlesticks.... He never loved me. But with approaching senility he requires a romance to look back on. I don’t know why he chooses me.