Society is growing liberal--the best of it.

Please remember that I have in mind a woman of the highest type our civilisation can produce.' 'Then you mustn't look for her in society!' cried Earwaker.
'I don't care; where you will, so long as she had always lived among people of breeding and high education, and never had her thoughts soiled with the vile contact of poverty.' Earwaker started up and reached a volume from a shelf.

Quickly finding the desired page, he began to read aloud: 'Dear, had the world in its caprice Deigned to proclaim--I know you both, Have recognised your plighted troth, Am sponsor for you; live in peace!'-- He read to the end of the poem, and then looked up with an admiring smile.
'An ideal!' exclaimed Peak.

'An ideal akin to Murger's and Musset's grisettes, who never existed.' 'An ideal, most decidedly.

But pray what is this consummate lady you have in mind?
An ideal every bit as much, and of the two I prefer Browning's.