ANABEL. But Gerald shouldn't be kissed.
OLIVER. That's what I say.
ANABEL. And that's what his mother means as well, I suppose.
(Enter GERALD.)
GERALD. Well—you've heard the voice of the people.
ANABEL. He isn't the people.
GERALD. I think he is, myself—the epitome.
OLIVER. No, he's a special type.
GERALD. Ineffectual, don't you think?
ANABEL. How pleased you are, Gerald! How pleased you are with yourself! You love the turn with him.