Janet. Well!
Carve. You're taking an unfair advantage of me.
Janet. (Putting tea leaves in teapot.) What if I am?
Carve. You're only a woman after all.... And I'd thought so highly of you!
Janet. (Sweetly.) Then you'll come. Better brush yourself up first.
Carve. What time is it?
Janet. (Looking at clock.) Seven o'clock.
Carve. Where do you mean to drag me to?
Janet. Well, what about this Continent of yours that I've heard so much of?
Carve. There's a train from Victoria at 8.30.