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sarah rises but will not move further.

carnaby.[Sweetly threatening.]Shall I come to you?

But she goes to him now.

carnaby.By a gossip letter from town...

sarah.[Tensely.]What is it?

carnaby.You mentioned to me something of his visiting Naples.

sarah.Very well. I detest Italy.

carnaby.Let's have George's opinion.

He leads her towards george.

george.Yes?

carnaby.Upon Naples.

george.I remember Naples.

carnaby.Sarah, admire those roses.

sarah.[Cynically echoing her father.]Let's have George's opinion.

Now carnaby has drawn them both away, upon the terrace, and, the coast being clear, lord john walks towards ann, who looks at him very scaredly.

carnaby.Emblem of secrecy among the ancients.

sarah.Look at this heavy head, won't it snap off?

The three move out of sight.

lord john.I'm sober now.

ann.I'm not.

lord john.Uncompromising young lady.

ann.And, excuse me, I don't want to... play.

lord john.Don't you wish me to apologise quietly, to you?

ann.Good manners are all mockery, I'm sure.

lord john.I'm very much afraid you're a cynic.