[Unwillingly.] Well, I'll tell you what I'll do—they shall marry if he doesn't gamble for a year.
Lady Frederick.
Oh, you duck. [She impulsively throws her arms round his neck and kisses him. He is a good deal taken aback.] I beg your pardon, I couldn't help it.
Admiral.
I don't altogether object, you know.
Lady Frederick.
Upon my word, in some ways you're rather fascinating.
Admiral.
D'you think so, really?
Lady Frederick.