None truly loved is ever lonely.
Give me the love that loves for love alone;
I love that love—I love it only!
Ali. Oh, Alexis, those are noble principles!
Alex. Yes, Aline, and I am going to take a desperate step in support of them. Have you ever heard of the firm of J. W. Wells and Co., the old-established family sorcerers, in St. Mary Axe?
Ali. I have seen their advertisement.
Alex. They have invented a philtre, which, if report may be believed, is simply infallible. I intend to distribute it through the village, and within half an hour of my doing so, there will not be an adult in the place who will not have learnt the secret of pure and lasting happiness. What do you say to that?
Ali. Well, dear, of course a filter is a very useful thing in a house; quite indispensable in the present state of Thames water; but still I don’t quite see that it is the sort of thing that places its possessor on the very pinnacle of earthly joy.
Alex. Aline, you misunderstand me. I didn’t say a filter—I said philtre.
Ali. So did I, dear. I said a filter.