carnaby. If the prince will be there . . . he is in waiting.
lord john. Any message, Lady Cottesham? . . . since we speak out of session.
sarah. I won't trust you.
carnaby. Or trouble you while I still may frank a letter. But my son-in-law is a wretched correspondent. Do you admire men of small vices? They make admirable husbands though their wives will be grumbling—Silence, Sarah—but that's a good sign.
sarah. Papa is a connoisseur of humanity.
ann. [To the company as before.] No, Mr. Tatton, I wasn't frightened when Lord John . . . kissed me. I screamed because I was surprised, and I'm sorry I screamed.
sarah. [Quietly to ann.] My dear Ann, you're a fool.
ann. [Quietly to sarah.] I will speak sometimes.
sarah. Sit down again.
Again an uncomfortable silence, a ludicrous air about it this time.