novelists, of whom we hear so much, say to such a theory as that?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Ah! the strength of women comes from the fact that
psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analysed, women . . .
merely adored.

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. You think science cannot grapple with the
problem of women?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Science can never grapple with the irrational. That
is why it has no future before it, in this world.

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. And women represent the irrational.

MRS. CHEVELEY. Well-dressed women do.

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [With a polite bow.] I fear I could hardly
agree with you there. But do sit down. And now tell me, what makes
you leave your brilliant Vienna for our gloomy London - or perhaps
the question is indiscreet?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes
are.

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Well, at any rate, may I know if it is politics
or pleasure?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Politics are my only pleasure. You see nowadays it
is not fashionable to flirt till one is forty, or to be romantic till
one is forty-five, so we poor women who are under thirty, or say we