"A cantatrice expects it everywhere; these creatures live on it."
"I'll tell her, if you like, what we thought of it, when I take her down to my sister, presently."
"Are you not to take me down?"
"The etiquette is to hand her up to you."
"No, no!" Lena insisted, in abhorrence of etiquette; but Wilfrid said pointedly that his sister's feelings must be spared. "Her husband is an animal: he is a millionaire city-of-London merchant; conceive him! He has drunk himself gouty on Port wine, and here he is for the grape-cure."
"Ah! in that England of yours, women marry for wealth," said Lena.
"Yes, in your Austria they have a better motive" he interpreted her sentiment.
"Say, in our Austria."
"In our Austria, certainly."
"And with our holy religion?"