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carnaby.If the prince will be there... he is in waiting.

lord john.Any message, Lady Cottesham?... since we speak out of session.

sarah.I won't trust you.

carnaby.Or trouble you while I still may frank a letter. But my son-in-law is a wretched correspondent. Do you admire men of small vices? They make admirable husbands though their wives will be grumbling—Silence, Sarah—but that's a good sign.

sarah.Papa is a connoisseur of humanity.

ann.[To the company as before.]No, Mr. Tatton, I wasn't frightened when Lord John... kissed me. I screamed because I was surprised, and I'm sorry I screamed.

sarah.[Quietly to ann.]My dear Ann, you're a fool.

ann.[Quietly to sarah.]I will speak sometimes.

sarah.Sit down again.

Again an uncomfortable silence, a ludicrous air about it this time.

mr. tatton.Now, we'll say no more about that bet, but I was right.

lord john.Do you know, Mr. Tatton, that I have a temper to lose?

mr. tatton.What the devil does that matter to me, sir... my lord?

lord john.I owe you a saddle and bridle.