"And give up society?"
"I don't care now. I feel as you do."
"As I do?"
"Yes, that it is hollow, meretricious, morbid, vulgar, empty, futile, lying, slanderous, loveless, greedy, vain, hid——"
"Oh, stop! It sounds like 'How the water comes down at Lodore.' I never said all that."
"You said most of it, and you were right. I would rather take off these trousers and—and—well, you know—Huskinson, than consort with archduchesses for the rest of my natural life."
"Oh, archduchesses—yes," said Mrs. Verulam, rather doubtfully. "Viennese society is so very stiff and conventional."
"Love is the only thing," continued Chloe, once more passionately pinching her friend. "You are right."
"Did I say so?"