sarah. He's out of it.
ann. Are you happy, George?
george. Alas . . Dolly's disgraceful ignorance of etiquette damns us both from the beautiful drawing-room.
sarah. That laugh is forced. But how can you. . . look on?
There is a slight pause in their talk. Then . . .
ann. He'll bully me with love.
sarah. Your husband will give you just what you ask for.
ann. I hate myself too. I want to take people mentally.
george. You want a new world . . you new woman.
ann. And I'm a good bit frightened of myself.