"I don't care," says Lilie, kicking her bronze boots in the air. "Do you think she'll marry Lord Brandolin?"
"Who? Goggles?"
"The idea!" They laugh deliciously.
"You say he's in love with Xenia. If they're in love they will marry," says Lilie, pensively.
"No, they won't: people who are in love never marry," replies Dodo.
"What do they do, then?" inquires the younger sister.
"They marry somebody else, and ask the one they like to go and stay with them. It is much better," she adds. "It is what I shall do."
"Why is it better? It's a roundabout way," objects Lilie. "I shouldn't care to marry at all," she adds, "only one can't ever be Mistress of the Robes if one doesn't."
"Oh, everybody marries, of course; only some muff it, and don't get all they want by it," replies the cynic Dodo.
"Et l'amour, Miladi Alexandra?" says the French governess, entering at that moment. "Où donc mettez-vous l'amour?"