alice. This is a most unrestful house.
beatrice. I once thought of putting the Voyseys into a book of mine. Then I concluded they'd be as dull there as they are anywhere else.
alice. They're not duller than most other people.
beatrice. But how very dull that is!
alice. They're a little noisier and perhaps not quite so well mannered. But I love them.
beatrice. I don't. I should have thought Love was just what they couldn't inspire.
alice. Of course, Hugh is unlike any of the others.
beatrice. He has most of their bad points. I don't love Hugh.
alice. [her eyebrows up, though she smiles.] Beatrice, you shouldn't say so.
beatrice. It sounds affected, doesn't it? Never mind; when he dies I'll wear mourning . . but not weeds; I bargained against that when we were engaged.