It’s a lie of the upper classes, a fancy for them with too much time on their hands, tartin’ up for their own delectation what for most of us couldn’t be plainer. It’s family holds folks together, property, land, not ‘love.’ Stay with him? What, here? As a servant? When so much could be yours overseas? If he truly cared for you, he’d never ask such a thing. Alec! What happens when he tires of you, or you of him?”
