It’s a little difficult to discuss the matter quite indifferently.
Lady Sellenger.
My dear boy, it’s the little difficulties of life which prevent it from being dull. We should be no better than the beasts of the field if we had no anxieties about our soul and our position in society.
Gerald.
I see.
Lady Sellenger.
[Rather impatiently.] My dear Gerald, why don’t you help me? What I have to say is so very unpleasant. You know I have always had a most sincere affection for you. Under other circumstances I would have wanted no better son-in-law.
Gerald.
It’s very kind of you to say so.
Lady Sellenger.