carnaby. I don't deal in sentiment. I can't afford to be talked about otherwise than as I choose to be. Already the Aunt Sally of the hour; having under pressure of circumstances resigned my office; dating my letters from the borders of the Chiltern Hundreds . . . I am a poor politician, sir, and I must live.
lord john. I can't see that your family's infected . . . affected.
carnaby. With a penniless girl you really should have been more circumspect.
lord john. I might ask to marry her.
carnaby. My lord!
In the pause that ensues he takes up the twist of bass to play with.
lord john. What should you say to that?
carnaby. The silly child supposed she loved you.
lord john. Yes.
carnaby. Is it a match?