Shakespeare:
Come, then [putting his arm round her and drawing her towards the inner room], and I will be what you like; one short half-hour——
Miss Fitton:
[Frees herself.] No, no; I must be gone. What time is it? I must be back before the dinner; I must.
Shakespeare:
You make me hate you! To be refused and shamed.... My first thought was right.
Miss Fitton:
Your first thought?
Shakespeare:
That damned boy!