Why!
Sir Tristram.
Why?
Georgiana.
Why! Because you’ve only just asked me, Tris!
[Goes to him cordially.
Sir Tristram.
But when I touched your hand last night, you reared!
Georgiana.
Yes, Tris, old man, but love is founded on mutual esteem; last night you hadn’t put my brother’s head in that nose-bag.