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LORD JOHN. [_With equal cheerfulness._] That's good.
ANN. And he said we should be seeing more of you.
LORD JOHN. Here I am. I love you, Ann. [_He goes on his knees._]
ANN. D'you want to marry me?
LORD JOHN. Yes.
ANN. Thank you very much; it'll be very convenient for us all. Won't you get up?
LORD JOHN. At your feet.
ANN. I like it.
LORD JOHN. Give me your hand.
ANN. No.
LORD JOHN. You're beautiful.
ANN. I don't think so. You don't think so.
LORD JOHN. I do think so.
ANN. I should like to say I don't love you.
LORD JOHN. Last night you kissed me.
ANN. Do get up, please.
LORD JOHN. As you wish.
_Now he sits by her._
ANN. Last night you were n.o.body in particular . . . to me.
LORD JOHN. I love you.
ANN. Please don't; I can't think clearly.
LORD JOHN. Look at me.
ANN. I'm sure I don't love you because you're making me feel very uncomfortable and that wouldn't be so.
LORD JOHN. Then we'll think.
ANN. Papa . . . perhaps you'd rather not talk about Papa.
LORD JOHN. Give yourself to me.
ANN. [_Drawing away from him._] Four words! There ought to be more in such a sentence . . . it's ridiculous. I want a year to think about its meaning. Don't speak.
LORD JOHN. Papa joins our party.
ANN. That's what we're after . . . thank you.
LORD JOHN. I loathe politics.
ANN. Tell me something against them.
LORD JOHN. In my opinion your father's not a much bigger blackguard--I beg your pardon--than the rest of us.
ANN. . . . Miserable sinners.
LORD JOHN. Your father turns his coat. Well . . . ?
ANN. I see nothing at all in that.
LORD JOHN. What's right and what's wrong?
ANN. Papa's right . . . for the present. When shall we be married?
LORD JOHN. Tomorrow?
ANN. [_Startled._] If you knew that it isn't easy for me to be practical you wouldn't make fun.
LORD JOHN. Why not tomorrow?
ANN. Papa--
LORD JOHN. Papa says yes . . suppose.
ANN. I'm very young . . not to speak of clothes. I must have lots of new dresses.
LORD JOHN. Ask me for them.
ANN. Why do you want to marry me?
LORD JOHN. I love you.
ANN. It suddenly occurs to me that sounds unpleasant.
LORD JOHN. I love you.
ANN. Out of place.
LORD JOHN. I love you.
