"I can assure you, my dears, that she would not be tolerated in Brazil, where the nuts come from," exclaimed Charley's Aunt.
"There's no harm in her. She's only a little peculiar. She is particularly fond of boar's head. It's nothing," said Mr. Walker.
"The uninvitable in pursuit of the indigestible," murmured Lord Illingworth, as he lighted a cigarette.
"Is that mayonnaise?'" asked the Princess Salomé of Captain Coddington, who had taken her to the buffet. "I think it is mayonnaise. I am sure it is mayonnaise. It is mayonnaise of salmon, pink as a branch of coral which fishermen find in the twilight of the sea, and which they keep for the King. It is pinker than the pink roses that bloom in the Queen's garden. The pink roses that bloom in the garden of the Queen of Arabia are not so pink."
"Who's the jaded-looking Anglo-Indian, drinking brandy-and-soda?" I asked.
"That is a Plain young man. From the Hills. Which is curious. I am much attached to him. By the way, I know who I am. And why I wear a silver domino. You don't."
"That's another story," I said. "Let's go to the smoking-room. We shall find the Eminent Person, the Ordinary Man, the Poet, the Journalist, and the Mere Boy, and they will all say delightful things on painful subjects."
"Barry Paynful," suggested the Mere Boy, with his usual impossibility. They were trying to "draw" Lord Illingworth.
"What is a good woman?" asked the Journalist.
"A woman who admires bad men," answered Lord Illingworth.