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Mrs Allmash. Your new beauty! Lady Fritterly. Yes; if you could only have dined with me the other night, you would have met her. I had such a perfect little dinner. Just think! A poet, an actor, a journalist, a painter, a wit, and a new beauty. I'll tell you how I found her.
I do so long for something more substantial than the theologies of the past! It is becoming quite puzzling to know what to teach one's children: mine are getting old enough now to understand about things, and one ought to teach them something. I was talking about it to that charming Professor Germsell last night. Lady Fritterly.
In fact, Lady Fritterly, if you will allow me to say so, as the whole subject which has been under discussion this afternoon is the most profoundly solemn which can engage the attention of a human being, I shrink from entering upon it as fully as I would do under other circumstances.
His followers, owing to the value they attached to murder as a remedial agent, have been known by the name of the "Assassins." Mrs Allmash. Oh, good gracious! Lady Fritterly. My dear Louisa, what is the matter? You look quite frightened. Ali Seyyid. Mrs Allmash is a little alarmed because I proposed a new morality for the future, as well as a new religion. Mr Coldwaite.
A sort of circular love, in fact. I've often felt it: but I didn't think it right to encourage it. Lady Fritterly. Lord Fondleton, how can you be so silly? Don't pay attention to him, Mr Coldwaite. I confess I still don't see how you can get a higher love out of humanity than humanity has already got in it, unless you are to look to some other source for it. Coldwaite.
If they want a new religion because they can't come up to the moral standard of the one they have got, then I would advise them to look rather to that unseen force within them, which I have been attempting to describe to Mr Germsell, for the potency which may enable them to reach it. Lady Fritterly. Indeed, Mr Rollestone, we are all exceedingly in earnest. I never felt so serious in my life.
My friend's name is Ali Seyyid, Lady Fritterly. Lady Fritterly. Pray excuse my stupidity, Mr Allyside, and come and sit near me. Lord Fondleton, find Mrs Gloring a chair. Mrs Gloring. I am sure I don't know. I think Lady Fritterly called him a codger. Lord Fondleton. Ah, he looks like it, and a rum one at that, as our American cousins say. Mrs Gloring. Hush! Mr Germsell is going to begin.
It is in this attempt to sever the love of humanity from its Author, that the Positivist philosophy has failed: it is the worship of a husk without the kernel, of a body without the soul; and hence it will never satisfy the human aspiration. That aspiration is ever the same; it needs, if you will allow me to say so, Lady Fritterly, no new religion to satisfy its demands.
But I fear I am trespassing on your patience in having said thus much. Lady Fritterly. Oh no, Mr Rollestone; please go on. There is something so delightfully fresh and original in all you are saying, I can't tell you how much you interest me. So sorry to tear myself away, dear Lady Fritterly. I can't tell you how I have enjoyed the intellectual treat you have provided for me. Lady Fritterly.
Why, Rollestone, you would make all the women detestable if you could have your way. Rollestone. I don't think there is any immediate cause for alarm on that score. I have a few people coming to me to-morrow evening; do you think you can spare a moment from your numerous engagements? Lady Fritterly and Lord Fondleton are coming; and perhaps, Mr Drygull, you will come, and bring Mr Allyside.
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