Ann: Because he loved you.
Lady Emily: Nonsense, but I’m honoured to play my part in this haze of rosy retrospect.
Selina: What a lovely phrase....
[She hums.
Selina: ... haze of rosy retrospect.
Lady Emily (severely): You manage to give everything a music-hall touch.
Selina: Papa thinks I am very eighteenth-century.
Lady Emily: Your father likes to think himself eighteenth-century. A halo of wit ’round coarseness.
Selina (who is looking at an illustrated paper): I love dogs. They are such wonderful company and they never talk about Bolshevism.