Lady Cynthia:
Too tall for my taste, and bold. Ha! Ha! If that’s your country innocence, I prefer the town. Those black eyes in that pale face—ugh! Now Herbert is a model, perfect.
A Courtier:
He’s very well, and he knows it. [They pass. Slowly Lord Herbert and Miss Fitton return. The Mistress of Ceremonies orders the cushion dance: the pages arrange the cushions.]
Miss Fitton:
I know you don’t; too well I know it.
Herbert:
I swear I do; put me to the proof.
Miss Fitton:
What’s the good?