Marion. Going to dance?—
Girls. Yes.
Mrs. Lorrimer. No, play games. Kissing games. [All laugh and exeunt.
Marion. Oh, Mrs. Lorrimer! [Enter Fletcher.
Fletcher. Why did you run away?
Marion. I was afraid if I didn't the servants would never get this room ready.
Fletcher. Have you a partner?
Marion. No.
Fletcher. [Pleased to be with her and yet embarrassed.] May I—will you—that is—won't you dance with me?
Marion. Yes.