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 round you. (_Puts it round._)
MRS. G. 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.
MRS. G. I think I can guess. You're selfish?
CAPT. G. Yes.
MRS. G. Foolish?
CAPT. G. _Very._
MRS. G. And a dear?
CAPT. G. That is as my lady pleases.
MRS. G. Then your lady _is_ pleased.
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