Lady Davenport. My dear, you know I don't think so.
Mrs. Farrant. We may none of us think so. But there's our position ... bread and butter and a certain satisfaction until ... Oh, Mamma, I wish I were like you ... beyond all the passions of life.
Lady Davenport. [With great vitality.] I'm nothing of the sort. It's my egoism's dead ... that's an intimation of mortality.
Mrs. Farrant. I accept the snub. But I wonder what I'm to do with myself for the next thirty years.
Frances Trebell. Help Lord Horsham to govern the country.
Julia Farrant gives a little laugh and takes up the subject this time.
Mrs. Farrant. Mamma ... how many people, do you think, believe that Cyril's grande passion for me takes that form?
Lady Davenport. Everyone who knows Cyril and most people who know you.
Mrs. Farrant. Otherwise I seem to have fulfilled my mission in life. The boys are old enough to go to school. George and I have become happily unconscious of each other.
Frances Trebell. [With sudden energy of mind.] Till I was forty I never realised the fact that most women must express themselves through men.