carnaby. I give you a fortnight to bring your husband to his knees . . to your feet.
sarah. I'm not sure that I could. My marriage has come naturally to an end.
carnaby. Sarah, don't annoy me.
sarah. Papa, you joined my bridegroom's political party . . now you see fit to leave it.
She glances at ann, who gives no sign, however.
carnaby. What have you been doing in ten years?
sarah. Waiting for this to happen . . now I come to think.
carnaby. Have ye the impudence to tell me that ye've never cared for your husband?
sarah. I was caught by the first few kisses; but he . . .
carnaby. Has he ever been unkind to you?