Dolly. You don't suppose I'm going to have this sort of thing in my own house, do you?
Renie. What sort of thing?
Dolly. Do you remember the awful row I got into at school when your boy's love letter was discovered in the Banbury cakes you'd persuaded me to take in for you?
Renie. But you received Banbury cakes of your own!
Dolly. Not since I've been married. Of course before your marriage your outrageous flirting didn't much matter——
Renie. Outrageous flirting?—If I seemed to flirt——
Dolly. Seemed?!
Renie. It was only in the vain hope of meeting with one who could offer me the perfect homage that I have always felt would one day be mine.
Dolly. Well, he mustn't offer it here! I shall tell him so very plainly. He'd better not stay to dinner.
Renie. There is no reason Captain Wentworth should not stay to dinner. He has given me the one absolutely blameless unselfish devotion of his life. I've accepted it on that distinct understanding. I've trusted you with my secret, a secret honourable alike to Captain Wentworth and myself. You've promised not to breathe a word to any living soul. You surely don't mean to break your word?