JACK. This bit of pain is nothing to a bad conscience, and it's that I had meeting you and knowing I'd not the pluck to have it out with mother. (With a touch of brutality.) But now I've got you for my own. No, not a dozen of you, Elsie. One's good enough for me. (He puts his arm round her, kissing roughly.)
ELSIE (frightened). Jack, you're very strong.
JACK (squeezing masterfully). I've only one arm, but it's strong.
ELSIE. I love your strength, Jack, but you do take my breath away. You've never kissed me like that before.
JACK (still holding her against her will). I've not been free before. I've kissed you guiltily, not as a free man kisses when he can give his whole mind to it.
ELSIE. Jack, let me go.
JACK. Don't you like it? I said you'd be the first to tire of kissing.
ELSIE (free of him). It's—it's almost terrifying, Jack.
JACK (roughly). Rubbish, lass, you're not made of glass. You can stand it. I needn't kiss you like I kiss my mother.
ELSIE. How do you kiss your mother?