In her alone I find the true Greek spirit. What were the prevailing characteristics of h.e.l.lenic culture? [_A sudden silence._] Breadth and centrality, blitheness and repose. All these I find in Trixy.
CHORUS.
Little dear!
LADY WARGRAVE.
Somewhat _risquee,_ isn't she?
PERCY.
To the suburban mind.
[_LADY WARGRAVE bows and turns off._
_SERVANT enters, L._
SERVANT.
Signor Labinski has arrived, your ladyship.
[_Exit, L. LADY WARGRAVE speaks to one or two of the Guests, and the company disperse, most of them going off, L., but a few, C., and others into the conservatory. During this general movement, the music off, is heard louder. COLONEL is left with DR. MARY._
COLONEL.
Nonsense, my dear Doctor---- The fact's just this. The modern woman is prostrated by the discovery of her own superiority; and she is now engaged in one of those hopeless enterprises which _we_ have regretfully abandoned. She is endeavouring to understand _herself._ I offer her my respectful sympathy.
[_Bows and sits, C._
DOCTOR [_sits by him_].
The truth amounts to this: the one mitigating circ.u.mstance about the existence of Man is, that he occasionally co-operates in the creation of a Woman.
COLONEL.
His proudest privilege! The mystery to me is, that you ladies haven't found it out before.
_Re-enter ENID, C._
DOCTOR.
Yes, but you shirk the question!
[_COLONEL is fanning himself, helplessly._
ENID [_aside_].
A man in distress! I must help him! [_Advancing sweetly._] What were you saying, Doctor?
[_Sits on the other side of COLONEL._
COLONEL [_aside_].
Bethune! the best of 'em!
DOCTOR.
You know, from your own experience, that marriage is not a necessity.
COLONEL.
No, it's a luxury--an expensive luxury.
ENID.
Oh, surely that depends upon the wife.
DOCTOR.
It is she who has to a.s.sociate with him.
ENID.
And considering what his past has been----
COLONEL.
Suppose it hasn't!
DOCTOR.
But it always has!
ENID.
I should be sorry to think that.
DOCTOR.
Take the Colonel's own case.
COLONEL [_alarmed_].
Doctor!
DOCTOR.
Do you deny that you have had a past?