What say you to that, ladies? It means that love without jealousy is a body without soul. Immane quantum discrepat!"
"Love has nothing whatever to do with jealousy," said Violet; "and so far from jealousy being the soul of love, I should say it was only the contemptible part of our nature that feels jealousy, and only the highest part of our nature that feels love."
"No one will agree with you, my dear Violet," said Mrs. Langley Turner. "Sir Harry, it is your deal."
"Perhaps not," said Violet.
"I should vewy much like to hear Miss Violet's pwoof of her wemark. I have always wead that jealousy is insepewable fwom love; though, I confess, I never expewienced jealousy myself."
"Nor love either—eh?" said Rose.
"That is sevewe, Miss Wose! Do you pwetend that I never felt that sensation which evewy man has felt?"
"If you mean love," replied Rose, "I say, that if you have felt it, I imagine it has only been just the beginning."
"Twue, twue!"
"And like the charity of other people, your love has begun at home!"