ann. But I hate you too . . I know that.
lord john. Shall I kiss you?
ann. [Helplessly.] Yes.
He kisses her full on the lips.
ann. I can't hate you enough.
lord john. [Triumphantly.] Speak the truth now.
ann. I feel very degraded.
lord john. Nonsense.
ann. [Wretchedly.] This is one of the things which don't matter.
lord john. Ain't you to be mine?