Strephon is the son of Iolanthe, a fairy who married a mortal man. As
STREPH. (embracing her). My Phyllis! And to-day we are to be made happy for ever.
PHYL. Well, we’re to be married.
STREPH. It’s the same thing.
PHYL. I suppose it is. But oh, Strephon, I tremble at the step I’m taking! I believe it’s penal servitude for life to marry a Ward of Court without the Lord Chancellor’s consent! I shall be of age in two years. Don’t you think you could wait two years?
STREPH. Two years. Have you ever looked in the glass?
PHYL. No, never.
STREPH. Here, look at that (showing her a pocket mirror), and tell me if you think it rational to expect me to wait two years?
PHYL. (looking at herself). No. You’re quite right – it’s asking too much. One must be reasonable.
STREPH. Besides, who knows what will happen in two years? Why, you might fall in love with the Lord