“I know I am.”
“Free to choose.”
“I choose freedom.”
“Ah! but with love!”
He caught lightly at her skirt; but she withdrew it sharply from him.
“There is no need to act,” she said, “when there is no audience.”
“Indeed, I am not acting,” he answered.
“I am glad of it,” she said, “because it is a bad play. I prefer you in your part, cousin, of the disinterested friend.”
Then he was stung to a foolish retort.
“Like the Duke of York.”