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MRS. FARRANT. [_Brilliantly._] I think a statesman may be a little inhuman.
LADY DAVENPORT. [_With keenness._] Do you mean superhuman? It's not the same
thing, you know.
MRS. FARRANT. I know.
LADY DAVENPORT. Most people don't know.
MRS. FARRANT. [_Proceeding with her cynicism._] Humanity achieves ... what?
Housekeeping and children.
FRANCES TREBELL. As far as a woman's concerned.
MRS. FARRANT. [_A little mockingly._] Now, Mamma, say that is as far as a
woman's concerned.
LADY DAVENPORT. My dear, you know I don't think so.
MRS. FARRANT. We may none of us think so. But there's our position ... bread
and butter and a certain satisfaction until ... Oh, Mamma, I wish I were
like you ... beyond all the passions of life.
LADY DAVENPORT. [_With great vitality._] I'm nothing of the sort. It's my
egoism's dead ... that's an intimation of mortality.
MRS. FARRANT. I accept the snub. But I wonder what I'm to do with myself for
the next thirty years.
FRANCES TREBELL. Help Lord Horsham to govern the country.
JULIA FARRANT _gives a little laugh and takes up the subject this
time._
MRS. FARRANT. Mamma ... how many people, do you think, believe that Cyril's
_grande passion_ for me takes that form?
LADY DAVENPORT. Everyone who knows Cyril and most people who know you.
MRS. FARRANT. Otherwise I seem to have fulfilled my mission in life.
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