Geoffrey. Do you wish it?
Annys. (She smiles up at him.) I’d rather fight you than any one else.
Geoffrey. You are not afraid that the situation might be—just a trifle comical?
Annys. (Shakes her head.) No. I think everybody will say it was rather splendid of you.
Geoffrey. Well, if it will help women.
Annys. (She holds out her hand. She is still in exalted mood.) We will show how man and woman may be drawn nearer to one another by rivalry for noble ends.
St. Herbert. (He shakes Geoffrey’s somewhat limp hand.) I envy you. The situation promises to be piquant.
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers. It will be a battle of roses.
Lady Mogton. I must go. I shall see you both again to-morrow. (She kisses Geoffrey.) This is an historic day.
Geoffrey. Yes. I daresay we shall all remember it.