"Fraud," Lucinda commented coolly. "You know you fancy yourself no end in the rôle of the luckless lover, you'd be scared silly if I gave you any reason to fear you'd ever have another part to play."
"Try me and see."
"No fear. I like you too well as you are. The part fits you to perfection, you do play it beautifully. Please don't ever stop: I love it."
"Imp! You need a good shaking. Don't you know you're flirting with me?"
"Do you mind?"
"Oh, no. Not if it amuses you. Not if you'll play fair."
"What do you call unfair?"
"For one thing, the way you've turned yourself out tonight."
"But only a moment ago you were leading me to believe I'd turned out at least passing fair." Lucinda affected a sigh. "And I was so happy to think I'd found favour!"
"I presume the intellectual level would be lowered if I were to say with What's-his-name, 'If she be not fair to me, what care I how fair she be'?"