Act I

I think Sorel’s beginning to be ashamed of us all, Clara⁠—I don’t altogether blame her; we are very slapdash.

Are you going to leave that picture in the guests’ bathroom, dear? I don’t know if it’s quite the thing⁠—lots of pink, naked women rolling about in a field.

Nudity can be very beautiful, Clara.

Clara’s looking tired. We ought to have more servants and not depend on her so much.

You know we can never keep them. You’re right about us being slapdash, Simon. I wish we weren’t.

Does it matter?