lord john. As I hung about the garden my heart was beating.
ann. I shall like you better when you're not here.
lord john. We're to meet in Brighton?
ann. I'm afraid so.
lord john. Good-bye.
ann. There's just a silly sort of attraction between certain people, I believe.
lord john. Can you look me in the eyes and say you don't love me?
ann. If I looked you in the eyes you'd frighten me again. I can say anything.
lord john. You're a deep child.