DUCHESS.

A sweet one.

MRS. EDEN.

Perfectly adorable. Only I wish she wasn't so moody and uncertain.

DUCHESS.

But a headache--[_sympathetically_] dear child!

MRS. EDEN.

An engaged girl ought not to have a headache--no girl ought. It's just
one of those things that makes a man ponder.

DUCHESS.

Ponder?

MRS. EDEN.

Reflect. A man loves to think a girl is like an angel--beautiful pink
and white right through, with no clockwork. The moment she complains of
headache, or toothache, or a chilblain on the heel, the angel game is
off, and she's got to try and hold her own as a simple mortal. And as a
mortal she's not in it with a man. No, it's angel or nothing with us
women. I remember my Mater saying to me when I was engaged to Jack,
"Sybil, now mind! enjoy the very best of health till you have been