ann. That's not quite true, is it?
lord john. I think so.
ann. What does it matter at all!
lord john. Nothing.
george, sarah and then carnaby move into sight and along the terrace, lord john turns to them.
lord john. Has this place been long in your family, Mr. Leete?
carnaby. Markswayde my wife brought us, through the Peters's . . . old Chiltern people . . . connections of yours, of course. There is no entail.
lord john walks back to ann.
sarah. George, you assume this republicanism as you would—no, would not—a coat of latest cut.