Sir Rup. Why not let 'em toss up? Loser gets her, of course.
Lady Culv. Rupert! As if I could suggest such a thing to the Bishop! I suppose she'd better go in with Lord Lullington—he's Lord Lieutenant—and then it won't matter if she does advocate Disestablishment. Oh, but I forgot; she thinks the House of Lords ought to be abolished too!
Sir Rup. Whoever takes Rohesia in is likely to have a time of it. Talked poor Cantire into his tomb a good ten years before he was due there. Always lecturing, and domineering, and laying down the law, as long as I can remember her. Can't stand Rohesia—never could!
Lady Culv. I don't think you ought to say so, really, Rupert. And I'm sure I get on very well with her—generally.
Sir Rup. Because you knock under to her.
Lady Culv. I'm sure I don't, Rupert—at least, no more than everybody else. Dear Rohesia is so strong-minded and advanced and all that, she takes such an interest in all the new movements and things, that she can't understand contradiction; she is so democratic in her ideas, don't you know.
Sir Rup. Didn't prevent her marrying Cantire. And a democratic Countess—it's downright unnatural!
Lady Culv. She believes it's her duty to set an example and meet the People half way. That reminds me—did I tell you Mr. Clarion Blair is coming down this evening, too?—only till Monday, Rupert.
Sir Rup. Clarion Blair! never heard of him.
Lady Culv. I suppose I forgot. Clarion Blair isn't his real name though; it's only a—an alias.