george. Not at all, Sarah.
mr. tatton. How's the wound?
george. Not serious . . nothing's serious.
sarah. You are very masterful, wooing sword in hand.
ann. George and I have explained to Lord John that we are all most anxious to marry me to him and he doesn't mind—
lord john. Being made a fool of. I love—
ann. I will like you.
george. Charming cynicism, my dear Sarah.
mr. tatton. Oh, Lord!