ann. You want the right to behave like that as well as the power.
lord john. You shall command me.
ann. [With a poor laugh.] I rather like this in a way.
lord john. Little coquette!
ann. It does tickle my vanity.
For a moment he sits looking at her, then shakes himself to his feet.
lord john. Now I must go.
ann. Yes . . I want to think.
lord john. For Heaven's sake . . no!
ann. I came this morning straight to where we were last night.