A WOMAN OF
ACT III.
MRS. ALLONBY
Ah! don't become quite perfect all at once. Do it gradually!
LORD ILLINGWORTH
I don't intend to grow perfect at all. At least, I hope I shan't. It would be most inconvenient. Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.
MRS. ALLONBY
It is premature to ask us to forgive analysis. We forgive adoration; that is quite as much as should be expected from us.
[Enter LORD ALFRED. He joins LADY STUTFIELD.]
LADY HUNSTANTON
Ah! we women should forgive everything, shouldn't we, dear Mrs. Arbuthnot? I am sure you agree with me in that.
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