CAPT. G. (Very meekly.) I apologize, but you're hurting me
awf'ly. (Interlude.) You're welcome to torture me again on those
terms.
MRS. G. Oh, why did you let me do it?
CAPT. G. (Looking across valley.) No reason in particular, but-if
it amused you or did you any good-you might-wipe those dear little
boots of yours on me.
MRS. G. (Stretching out her hands.) Don't! Oh, don't! Philip, my
King, please don't talk like that. It's how I feel. You're so much too
good for me. So much too good!
CAPT. G. Me! I'm not fit to put my arm around you. (Puts it
round.)
MRS. C. Yes, you are. But I-what have I ever done?
CAPT. G. Given me a wee bit of your heart, haven't you, my
Queen!
MRS. G. That's nothing. Any one would do that. They
cou-couldn't help it.
CAPT. G. Pussy, you'll make me horribly conceited. Just when I
was beginning to feel so humble, too.
MRS. G. Humble! I don't believe it's in your character.
CAPT. G. What do you know of my character, Impertinence?
MRS. G. Ah, but I shall, shan't I, Phil? I shall have time in all the
years and years to come, to know everything about you; and there
will be no secrets between us.
CAPT. G. Little witch! I believe you know me thoroughly
already.
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