Ann: Yes.
Ninian: Hysteria, that’s what it was.
Ann: Yes.
Ninian: You cold women aren’t quite normal. No natural outlets, so you go and invent things.
Ann: It was just a silly joke.
Ninian (putting his arm around her): After all, you didn’t need to invent a lover.
Ann (shuddering): Don’t!
Ninian: I see what a fool I’ve been to let my little prude be a little prude.
Ann: You mustn’t....
Ninian: Turn your face around.