RODOLPHE:
Me! Ah—for goodness sake!
ZEPHERINA:
And why not? You think perhaps you have bad form?
RODOLPHE:
No, truly. I don't think that.
ZEPHERINA:
My mother will correct you.
RODOLPHE:
And in what, Miss—if you please?
ZEPHERINA:
To march straight ahead as you are doing, from being rough, clumsy.
RODOLPHE:
Miss, I intend to remain as I am.
ZEPHERINA:
Sir, you are wrong. Look here. Your brother had the air of a ninny.
RODOLPHE:
Oh, that's true.
ZEPHERINA:
Well. Now he has a free and easy bearing.