Lord William: One never gets you alone.
Ann: I would always be alone if I knew you were coming.
Lord William: You ought not to be wasting your wiles on an old uncle; you ought to be ruining some young man with them.
Ann: Is it nice for young men to be ruined?
Lord William: Delightful.
Ann: When were you first ruined, Uncle Bill?
Lord William: When I was twenty-one. That was, quite properly, the method I selected for coming of age.
Ann: What was she like?
Lord William: She was a circus-rider. We did things in style in those days.
Ann: Was she pretty?