george leete appears on the terrace.
george. My lord!
lord john. [Cordially.] My dear Leete.
george. No . . I am not surprised to see you.
ann. George, things are happening.
lord john. Shake hands.
george. I will not.
ann. Lord John asks me to be married to him. Shake hands.
george. Why did you fight?
ann. Why did you fight?