lord john. Last night you kissed me.
ann. Do get up, please.
lord john. As you wish.
Now he sits by her.
ann. Last night you were nobody in particular . . . to me.
lord john. I love you.
ann. Please don't; I can't think clearly.
lord john. Look at me.
ann. I'm sure I don't love you because you're making me feel very uncomfortable and that wouldn't be so.
lord john. Then we'll think.