Mariana. Oh—no, dear: why should I?
Guy. You felt that mamma was going to say something.
Mrs. K. Yes—that’s quite right. You’ve reminded me. Katya, I was going to say that Guy has promised to....
Guy. To do my best to....
Mrs. K. Win you over.
Katya. Me? Win me over? To what?
Guy. Bars on the window—a wicket-gate on the landing.
Katya. But I am won over. I always have been.
Mrs. K. Then it is your fault, Guy.
Guy. If I’d only known! You see, you never told me.