SIR LYOLF. I don’t doubt it. And I think he has very likely something to do with the shaping of Mrs. Lesden’s.
MICH. Hasn’t he something to do with the shaping of all our characters? Don’t all our souls swing continually between heaven and hell?
SIR LYOLF. Well, the woman whose soul swings continually between heaven and hell is not the woman whom I would choose to sit at my fireside or take the head of my table. Though I don’t say I wouldn’t ask her to dinner occasionally. That reminds me, how long are you staying, Mr. Docwray?
MARK. Only till Friday.
SIR LYOLF. You’ll dine with me to-morrow evening?
MARK. Delighted.
SIR LYOLF. You too, Michael. I’ll ask the Standerwicks, and (suddenly) suppose I ask this lady?
MICH. Mrs. Lesden? I would rather you didn’t.
SIR LYOLF. Why not? If her soul is swinging between heaven and hell, it would only be kind of you to give it a jog towards heaven.