Ann: Ninian, please let me go and wash my face and tidy my hair.
Ninian: By all means. Make yourself pretty. I shall still be here.
[Exit Ann.
[Enter Lord William and Selina.
Lord William: Good morning, Ninian.
Ninian: Good morning.
Lord William: You seem in excellent spirits.
Ninian: I am.
Lord William: Bolshies red as ever?
Ninian: I beg your pardon?