Imogen.
Oh, no. No, Val, no.
Valentine White.
Imogen! You don’t mean, at any rate, that I’m stuck-up?
Imogen.
No, indeed, I think you’re shockingly stuck-down. [He turns away, hanging his head. She comes to him.] There, now I’ve made you ashamed of yourself.
Valentine White.
No, you haven’t!
Imogen.
Then I will do so. Remain here. I will return in a moment. Don’t stir! [She runs out.]