Miles. Well—and what’s the next pleasure, Madam?
[Joan drops the spray and begins to fan herself violently.
Miles. [Very gently.] What’s Missy’s next pleasure?
Joan. I’m sure I don’t know, Mr. Miles.
Miles. Miles Hooper would like Missy to ask for all that is his.
Joan. O, Mister Hooper, how kind you are.
Miles. Ladies never like the sound of business, so we’ll set that aside for a moment and discuss the music of the heart in place of it.
Joan. Ah, that’s a thing I do well understand, Mister Hooper.
Miles. I loved you from the first, Miss. There’s the true, high born lady for you, says I to myself. There’s beauty and style, elegance and refinement.
Joan. Now, did you really think all that, Mister Hooper?