ann. [To her affianced.] Good-bye now.
lord john. When do I see you?
ann. Papa says soon.
lord john. Very soon, please. Tatton, my friend, Brighton's no nearer.
mr. tatton. Lady Cottesham . . Miss Leete . . I kiss your hands.
lord john. [Ebulliently clapping george on the back.] Look more pleased. [Then he bends over lady cottesham's hand.] Lady Charlie . . my service to you . . all. Ann. [And he takes ann's hand to kiss.]
ann. If I can think better of all this, I shall. Good-bye.
She turns away from him. He stands for a moment considering her, but follows tatton away through the orchard. george and sarah are watching their sister, who then comments on her little affair with life.
ann. I'm growing up. [Then with a sudden tremor.] Sally, don't let me be forced to marry.
george. Force of circumstances, my dear Ann.