LADY ANGELA: The 35th Dragoon Guards!
LADY SAPHIR: They are fleshly men, of full habit!
LADY ELLA: We care nothing for Dragoon Guards!
PATIENCE: But, bless me, you were all engaged to them a year ago!
LADY ANGELA: My poor child, you don't understand these things. A year ago they were very well in our eyes, but since then our tastes have been etherealized, our perceptions exalted.
The maidens' current emotional state is summarized by Lady Saphir:
There is a transcendentality of delirium -- an acute accentuation of supremest ecstasy -- which the earthly might easily mistake for indigestion. But it is not indigestion -- it is aesthetic transfiguration!
|Rival poets Bunthorne and Grosvenor.|
|"Twenty lovesick maidens we." (I count just 18.)|
|And a chorus of "heavy Dragoons."|
Lank limbs and haggard cheeks do not delight me;
I do not care for dirty greens by any means;
I do not long for all one sees that's Japanese;
You must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms and plant them ev'rywhere.
You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases of your complicated state of mind;
The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.
And ev'ryone will say,
As you walk your mystic way,
"If this young man expresses himself in terms too deep for me,
Why, what a very singularly deep young man this deep young man must be!"
You can't get high Aesthetic tastes, like trousers, ready-made.