Ann: Ninian, you are so different. I—you—I mean I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Ninian: You’ll soon know, my darling. Don’t shudder.
[Ann has got up and is moving away from him.
Ninian: Come here!
[Like a C. O.
Ninian: Come here!
[Ninian gets up and drags Ann to the sofa, pushing her on to her knees and imprisoning her between his two legs. With one hand he is holding her two wrists behind her back, with the other he is stroking her hair.
Ninian: They didn’t know how to treat you, did they? Tim and the others? Only Jordan knew. Women always capitulate to the men who think lightly of love.
Ann: Ninian, you’re hurting me.
Ninian: I’m asserting myself, my dear. Master and Mistress—that’s what a household needs.