[He laughs.
Ninian: By Jove, that’s good—worthy of your uncle.
Ann: Let me go.
Ninian: Where are those beautiful manners? Say “Please let me go, dear Ninian.”
Ann: Please let me go.
[Ninian releases her. She gets up and walks towards the window.
Ninian: I didn’t say you might walk away. Sit there. It is delightful to feel that we are sharing a secret—fellow conspirators.
[Pause.
Ninian: Where is the charming family chatter? And surely even your usual courtesy would compel you to answer when you are spoken to.