COLONEL.
Don’t know her.
SYLVESTER.
His cultivated spirit and magnetic intellect are one of the brightest hopes for the social progress of our time—[Laughs.] whatever that may mean!
COLONEL.
Does it mean anything? That is the sort of jargon Gerald was full of, when I saw him last. But he’ll get over it. Intellectual measles. Oxford’s a fine place, but no mental drainage.
SYLVESTER.
I can form no opinion. I hadn’t the advantage of a university training.
COLONEL.
I had. I was rusticated. We Cazenoves always were—till Gerald’s time. But he’ll redeem himself. We Cazenoves have always been men, except one. That’s my sister, Caroline; and, by Jove, she’s the next best thing—a woman.