Psychology was difficult. Its study required so many different reference texts that one had to cart about a veritable library whenever one wished to read. Instead, Aila had taken to drama. When she had the time, she would view theatrical productions. For the rest of her time - and it was likely a 90% to 10% ratio, with free time occupying the smaller share - she carried screenplays to review at her leisure.

Pray don't talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain they mean something else. And that makes me so nervous.

In addition to easily observing different personalities without offending someone in her scrutiny, the plays were a magnificent way of picking up on more widely-used diction. Two birds with one stone, as it were.

Miss Fairfax, ever since I met you I have admired you more than any girl... I have ever met since... I met you.

Yes, I am quite well aware of the fact. And I often wish that in public, at any rate, you had been more demonstrative. For me you have always had an irresistible fascination. Even before I met you I was far from indifferent to you.

As fortune would have it, the literature towards which Aila gravitated was often crafted in a tone similar to her own, and so she was able to learn little.

You really love me, Gwendolen?

Passionately!

Darling! You don't know how happy you've made me.

My own Ernest!

That did not mean, however, that they entertained her any less.