Lady C. And when he is at home, he is at work.
Rose. Poor lonely aunt! (clasps her arms round her) I told you at the theatre how like you were to Madame de Saint Géran in the play.
Lady C. Don’t let us talk about that cruel play.
Rose. Why was it cruel?
Lady C. What did it make you think of Madame de Saint Géran?
Rose. Well—I thought she was a very wicked woman. Wasn’t she?
Lady C. Perhaps. But if we had been told her history—if we had ever been in her position—we might have sympathised with her. Were you ever in love?
Rose. Yes! I mean no! I can’t exactly say.
Lady C. If you had been, you wouldn’t hesitate. There is no doubt about it. It is a weird thing. Sometimes it leads to heights, sometimes to depths. I do not say it is an excuse. All I say is, those who have never loved are not entitled to judge those who have. Wait till you are in love yourself, before you judge poor Madame de Saint Géran. And if you ever should be——
Rose. Oh, I shall be!