Lady S. Why do you glare at me with visage lowering?
For pity’s sake, recoil not thus from me!
Mr. W. My lady, leave me—this may never be!
Duet.—Lady Sangazure and Mr. Wells.
Mr. W. Hate me! I drop my H’s—have through life!
Lady S. Love me! I’ll drop them too!
Mr. W. Hate me! I always eat peas with a knife!
Lady S. Love me! I’ll eat like you!
Mr. W. Hate me! I spend the day at Rosherville!
Lady S. Love me! that joy I’ll share!