frances trebell. What . . when Bach has raised me to the heights of unselfishness!
amy o'connell. [Grimacing sweetly, her eyes only half lifted.] Does he? I'm glad that I don't understand him.
frances trebell. [Putting mere prettiness in its place.] One may prefer Chopin when one is young.
amy o'connell. And is that a reproach or a compliment?
walter kent. [Boldly.] I do.
frances trebell. Or a man may . . unless he's a philosopher.
lady davenport. [To the rescue.] Miss Trebell, you're very hard on mere humanity.
frances trebell. [Completing the reproof.] That's my wretched training as a schoolmistress, Lady Davenport . . one grew to fear it above all things.
lucy davenport. [Throwing in the monosyllable with sharp youthful enquiry.] Why?