Herbert:
All the good; you’ll have the proof, and be convinced, and yield. Try me.
Miss Fitton:
[They dance: at the end of the bar, Herbert kneels on a cushion.] How easy it is to gull oneself when one wishes to. If the Queen entered now, my lord, you’d be at her feet in an instant.
Herbert:
Not I. Not if you promised to come to me: Will you? [Miss Fitton kisses his forehead.]
Miss Fitton:
Do you mean you would stay by me even if she called you?
Herbert:
Even if she called, if you promise.