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.
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.