.. she doesn't understand your language.
FRANCES TREBELL. And do you think by prattling Hegel with Gilbert Wedgecroft
when he comes to physic you--
MRS. FARRANT. [_Joyously._] Excellent physic that is. He never leaves a
prescription.
LADY DAVENPORT. Don't you think an aristocracy of brains is the best
aristocracy, Miss Trebell?
FRANCES TREBELL. [_With a little more bitterness than the abstraction of the
subject demands._] I'm sure it is just as out of touch with humanity as any
other ... more so, perhaps. If I were a country I wouldn't be governed by
arid intellects.
MRS. FARRANT. Manners, Frances.
FRANCES TREBELL. I'm one myself and I know. They're either dead or
dangerous.
GEORGE FARRANT _comes back and goes straight to_ MRS. O'CONNELL.
FARRANT. [_Still robustly._] Billiards, Mrs. O'Connell.
AMY O'CONNELL. [_Declining sweetly._] I think not.
FARRANT. Billiards, Lucy?
LUCY DAVENPORT. [_As robust as he._] Yes, Uncle George. You shall mark while
Walter gives me twenty-five and I beat him.
WALTER KENT. [_With a none-of-your-impudence air._] I'll give you ten yards
start and race you to the billiard room.
LUCY DAVENPORT. Will you wear my skirt? Oh ... Grandmamma's thinking me
vulgar.
LADY DAVENPORT. [_Without prejudice._] Why, my dear, freedom of limb is
worth having ... and perhaps it fits better with freedom of tongue.
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