lord john. Your father turns his coat. Well . . . ?
ann. I see nothing at all in that.
lord john. What's right and what's wrong?
ann. Papa's right . . . for the present. When shall we be married?
lord john. Tomorrow?
ann. [Startled.] If you knew that it isn't easy for me to be practical you wouldn't make fun.
lord john. Why not tomorrow?
ann. Papa—
lord john. Papa says yes . . suppose.
ann. I'm very young . . not to speak of clothes. I must have lots of new dresses.