LORD GORING. I love talking about nothing, father. It is the only thing I know anything about. LORD CAVERSHAM. You seem to me to be living entirely for pleasure. LORD GORING. What else is there to live for, father? Nothing ages like happiness. LORD CAVERSHAM. You are heartless, sir, very heartless! LORD GORING. I hope not, father. Good evening, Lady Basildon! LADY BASILDON. [_Arching two pretty eyebrows_.] Are you here? I had no idea you ever came to political parties! LORD GORING. I adore political parties. They are the only place left to us where people don’t talk politics. LADY BASILDON. I delight in talking politics. I talk them all day long. But I can’t bear listening to them. I don’t know how the unfortunate men in the House stand these long debates. LORD GORING. By never listening. LADY BASILDON. Really? LORD GORING. [_In his most serious manner_.] Of course. You see, it is a very dangerous thing to listen. If one listens one may be convinced; and a man who allows himself to be convinced by an argument is a thoroughly unreasonable person. LADY BASILDON. Ah! that accounts for so much in men that I have never understood, and so much in women that their husbands never appreciate in them! MRS. MARCHMONT. [_With a sigh_.] Our husbands never appreciate anything in us. We have to go to others for that! LADY BASILDON. [_Emphatically_.] Yes, always to others, have we not? LORD GORING. [_Smiling_.] And those are the views of the two ladies who are known to have the most admirable husbands in London. MRS. MARCHMONT. That is exactly what we can’t stand. My Reginald is quite hopelessly faultless. He is really unendurably so, at times! There is not the smallest element of excitement in knowing him. LORD GORING. How terrible! Really, the thing should be more widely known! LADY BASILDON. Basildon is quite as bad; he is as domestic as if he was a bachelor. MRS. MARCHMONT. [_Pressing_ LADY BASILDON’S _hand_.] My poor Olivia! We have married perfect husbands, and we are well punished for it. LORD GORING. I should have thought it was the husbands who were punished. MRS. MARCHMONT. [_Drawing herself up_.] Oh, dear no! They are as happy as possible! And as for trusting us, it is tragic how much they trust us. LADY BASILDON. Perfectly tragic! LORD GORING. Or comic, Lady Basildon? LADY BASILDON. Certainly not comic, Lord Goring. How unkind of you to suggest such a thing! MRS. MARCHMONT. I am afraid Lord Goring is in the camp of the enemy, as usual. I saw him talking to that Mrs. Cheveley when he came in. LORD GORING. Handsome woman, Mrs. Cheveley! LADY BASILDON. [_Stiffly_.] Please don’t praise other women in our presence. You might wait for us to do that! LORD GORING. I did wait.