I should certainly like you no less.
Jack Straw.
I have no doubt that if I were just a penniless adventurer you’d simply dote upon me.
Ethel.
I don’t know if I’d put it quite so strongly as that.
Jack Straw.
You know, I’m afraid you’re hopelessly romantic. You’ve confessed your attachment to me, and just because I happen incautiously to have chosen an Emperor for my grandfather, you want me to go away. It’s so unreasonable.
Ethel.
But I haven’t confessed anything of the sort.
Jack Straw.