carnaby. [To sarah.] It's lucky that yours was a love match, too. I admire you. Ann is 'to come,' so to speak.
sarah. [To lord john.] Were you discussing affairs?
lord john. Not I.
george. Ann.
ann. Yes, George.
She goes to him; they stroll together up the steps and along the terrace.
sarah. I'm desperately fagged.
lord john. [Politely.] A seat.
sarah. Also tired of sitting.