TROTTER. [shocked] You dont know who the Stagirite was?

FANNY. Sorry. Never heard of him.

TROTTER. And this is Cambridge education! Well, my dear young lady,
I'm delighted to find theres something you don't know; and I shant
spoil you by dispelling an ignorance which, in my opinion, is highly
becoming to your age and sex. So we'll leave it at that.

FANNY. But you will promise to tell my father that lots of people
write plays just like this one--that I havnt selected it out of mere
heartlessness?

TROTTER. I cant possibly tell you what I shall say to your father
about the play until Ive seen the play. But I'll tell you what I
shall say to him about you. I shall say that youre a very foolish
young lady; that youve got into a very questionable set; and that the
sooner he takes you away from Cambridge and its Fabian Society, the
better.

FANNY. It's so funny to hear you pretending to be a heavy father. In
Cambridge we regard you as a _bel esprit_, a wit, an Irresponsible, a
Parisian Immoralist, _tres chic_.

TROTTER. I!

FANNY. Theres quite a Trotter set.

TROTTER. Well, upon my word!