Tom: We have been introduced, have we not? 

Jane: What value is there in an introduction when you cannot even remember my name? Indeed, can barely stay awake in my presence. 

Tom: Madam. 

Jane: These scruples must seem very provincial to a gentleman with such elevated airs,but I do not devise these rules. I am merely obliged to obey them. 

Tom: I have been told there is much to see upon a walk but all I’ve detected so far is a general tendency to green above and brown below. 

Jane: Yes, well, others have detected more. It is celebrated.There’s even a book about Selborne Wood.

Tom: Oh. A novel, perhaps? 

Jane:Novels? Being poor, insipid things, read by mere women, even, God forbid, written by mere women? 

Tom: I see, we’re talking of your reading. 

Jane: ..As if the writing of women did not display the greatest powers of mind, knowledge of human nature, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour and the best-chosen language imaginable? 

Tom: Was I deficient in rapture? 

Jane: In consciousness. 

Tom: It was… It was accomplished. 

Jane: It was ironic.