Somewhat risquée, isn’t she?
PERCY.
To the suburban mind.
[Lady Wargrave bows and turns off.
Servant enters, L.
SERVANT.
Signor Labinski has arrived, your ladyship.
[Exit, L. Lady Wargrave speaks to one or two of the Guests, and the company disperse, most of them going off, L., but a few, C., and others into the conservatory. During this general movement, the music off, is heard louder. Colonel is left with Dr. Mary.
COLONEL.
Nonsense, my dear Doctor—— The fact’s just this. The modern woman is prostrated by the discovery of her own superiority; and she is now engaged in one of those hopeless enterprises which we have regretfully abandoned. She is endeavouring to understand herself. I offer her my respectful sympathy.