Ninian: So they pointed out to one another that you were rather more of a saint than even they had supposed.
Ann: Ninian, why are you torturing me? Pretending to believe that ridiculous story.
Ninian: I have watched you for some time, my dear, and I have come to the conclusion that you are suffering from a very dangerous disease. Ann, you are a human being. Incidentally, you are my wife.
Ann: Of course.
Ninian: You haven’t been much of a wife to me, have you, my little Ann?
[Ninian is getting closer to her. Ann recoils.
Ann: I have tried to be.
Ninian: You have been the wife of the Lord Lieutenant, the mistress of his household. Now, my darling, you are going to be my wife, my mistress.
[His tone is half bullying, half insinuating. He is obviously enjoying having her on the rack.