ann. Yes.
george. My lord!
lord john. Here.
george. I can't see you. I'm sent to say we're all anxious to know what ghost or other bird of night or beast has frightened Ann to screaming point, and won you . . . the best in Tatton's stables—so he says now. He's quite annoyed.
lord john. The mare is a very good mare.
ann. He betted it because he wanted to bet it; I didn't want him to bet it.
george. What frightened her?
ann. I had rather, my lord, that you did not tell my brother why I screamed.
lord john. I kissed her.
george. Did you?