mabel chiltern. Oh, I think Lady Markby brought her. Why do you ask?
lord goring. I haven’t seen her for years, that is all.
mabel chiltern. What an absurd reason!
lord goring. All reasons are absurd.
mabel chiltern. What sort of a woman is she?
lord goring. Oh! a genius in the daytime and a beauty at night!
mabel chiltern. I dislike her already.
lord goring. That shows your admirable good taste.
vicomte de nanjac. [Approaching.] Ah, the English young lady is the dragon of good taste, is she not? Quite the dragon of good taste.
lord goring. So the newspapers are always telling us.