sarah. What has made us spend such a night?
carnaby. Ann incited me to it. [He takes snuff.]
sarah. In a spirit of rebellion against good country habits. . .
ann. [To her sister again.] Don't talk about me.
sarah. They can see that you're whispering.
carnaby. . . . Informing me now she was a woman and wanted excitement.
george. There's a curse.
carnaby. How else d'ye conceive life for women?
sarah. George is naturally cruel. Excitement's our education. Please vary it, though.
carnaby. I have always held that to colour in the world-picture is the greatest privilege of the husband. Sarah.