Sylvia. I'm a perfect owl. You know what a tactless idiot my brother is. He will chaff me about George Conway, so it makes me self-conscious when anybody talks about him.
Daisy. Darling, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Why shouldn't you be in love with him?
Sylvia. [With a laugh.] But I'm not in love with him.
Daisy. Why does your brother chaff you then?
Sylvia. Because he's under the delusion that it's funny.
Daisy. But you do like him, don't you?
Sylvia. Of course I like him.... I think he's a very good sort.
Daisy. Would you marry him if he asked you?
Sylvia. My dear, what are you talking about? The thought never entered my head.
Daisy. Oh, what nonsense! When a man's as attentive to a girl as George has been to you she can't help asking herself if she'd like to marry him or not.