[Sits on arm of sofa.] Still there must be something in love-making. I remember my sister and the curate seemed to have a very good time. We all thought them fussy, but I know they liked it.
Gunning.
I made love to you in the garden this morning.
Miss Woodward.
Did you? I thought it was pity, and resented it
Gunning.
You refused me a rose, and gave one——
Miss Woodward.
I refused you because I thought you pitied me, and gave one to Mr. Parbury because I pitied him.