A lady?
GERALD.
In social station, beneath me. But what’s social station?
MRS. SYLVESTER.
This is infatuation. Some riverside coquette——
GERALD.
Simplicity itself.
MRS. SYLVESTER.
Of course you think so; but you don’t know women. The simple woman hasn’t yet been born. This isn’t love, Mr. Cazenove. This is the temporary victory of the baser side of your nature. The true alliance is the union of souls.
GERALD.