lord john. You're a mother to your sister.
sarah. Not I.
carnaby. My wife went her ways into the next world; Sarah hers into this; and our little Ann was left with a most admirable governess. One must never reproach circumstances. Man educates woman in his own good time.
lord john. I suppose she, or any young girl, is all heart.
carnaby. What is it that you call heart . . . sentimentally speaking?
sarah. Any bud in the morning.
lord john. That man Tatton's jokes are in shocking taste.
carnaby. Tatton is honest.
lord john. I'm much to blame for having won that bet.
carnaby. Say no more.