Ethelinda:

(Eagerly) Oh, Mr. Frothingham, do you really mean that?

Mortimer:

(Suavely) Ah, dear lady, your lovely smile transports me to the very peak of yonder mountain.

Ethelinda:

(Playfully) Then I must frown, because I wouldn't want to send you so far away from me. Do come and sit here beside me.

Mortimer:

(With pretended gallantry) Do you think it would be fair to subject me to the ordeal of sitting within so much radiance?