The three move out of sight.
lord john. I'm sober now.
ann. I'm not.
lord john. Uncompromising young lady.
ann. And, excuse me, I don't want to . . . play.
lord john. Don't you wish me to apologise quietly, to you?
ann. Good manners are all mockery, I'm sure.
lord john. I'm very much afraid you're a cynic.
ann. I'm not trying to be clever.
lord john. Do I tease you?