Lord Darlington. No, she does not!
Dumby. I congratulate you, my dear fellow. In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it. The last is much the worst; the last is a real tragedy! But I am interested to hear she does not love you. How long could you love a woman who didn’t love you, Cecil?
Cecil Graham. A woman who didn’t love me? Oh, all my life!
Dumby. So could I. But it’s so difficult to meet one.
Lord Darlington. How can you be so conceited, Dumby?
Dumby. I didn’t say it as a matter of conceit. I said it as a matter of regret. I have been wildly, madly adored. I am sorry I have. It has been an immense nuisance. I should like to be allowed a little time to myself now and then.
Lord Augustus. [Looking round.] Time to educate yourself, I suppose.
Dumby. No, time to forget all I have learned. That is much more important, dear Tuppy. [Lord Augustus moves uneasily in his chair.]
Lord Darlington. What cynics you fellows are!
Cecil Graham. What is a cynic? [Sitting on the back of the sofa.]