lord john. What can Miss Ann think of me?
sarah. Don't ask her.
carnaby. Innocency's opinions are invariably entertaining.
lord john. Am I the first . . . ? I really beg your pardon.
george and ann come down the steps together.
carnaby. Ann, what do you think . . . that is to say—and answer me truthfully . . . what at this moment is your inclination of mind towards my lord here?
ann. I suppose I love him.
lord john. I hope not.
ann. I suppose I love you.
carnaby. No . . no . . no . . no . . no . . no . . no.