Ste. Pssh! It's the first time she's broken out like this. She'll be tame enough next time you come.
Lucy (viciously). Don't make too sure of that.
Ste. I'm not afraid of that. It's a pity if a man can't do as he likes with his own flesh and blood.
Bamford (warily). Best sleep on it before you say more, Verity.
Ste. (going to Lucy): Yes. Go to bed, Lucy, and say over to yourself, I'm going to marry Mr. Bamford. Then you'll get used to the idea.
Lucy. But I'm not.
Ste. Aren't you? We'll see.
Lucy. Yes, we will. (At exit l.)