MARGOT: "You told me she was young."
PETER: "What an awful lie! You said she was pretty and I disagreed with you." Silence. "What did she say to you? I tell you she is jealous of you in the hunting-field!"
MARGOT: "No, she's not; she's jealous of me in your bedroom and says I don't know right from wrong."
PETER (startled at first and then bursting out laughing): "There's nothing very original about that!"
MARGOT (indignantly): "Do you mean to say that it's a platitude?
And that I DON'T know right from wrong?"
PETER (taking my hands and kissing them with a sigh of intense relief): "I wonder!"
MARGOT (getting up): "Well, after that, nothing will induce me to stay down here or ride any of your horses ever again! No regiment of soldiers will keep me!"
PETER: "Really, darling, how can you be so foolish! Who would ever think it wrong to go and see a poor devil ill in bed! You had to ride my horse back to its stable and it was your duty to come and ask after me and thank me for all my kindness to you and the good horses I've put you on!"
MARGOT: "Evidently in this country I am not wanted, Mrs. Bo said so; and you ought to have warned me you were in love with her. You said I was not the woman you thought I was: well, I can say the same of you!"
At this Peter got up and all his laughter disappeared.