And your friend?
GERALD.
She was the revelation.
MRS. SYLVESTER.
I thought it was a woman.
GERALD.
That word just describes her. She is a woman—nothing more or less. Away went all my theories into air. My precious wisdom was stripped bare before me, and in its nakedness I saw my folly. Not with laborious thought; but in one vivid flash I learned more than I ever learned at Oxford.
MRS. SYLVESTER.
Really?
GERALD.