There's a girl.
A what? You know I don't approve of you seeing other girls- people. Who is she?
Roweena, a friend of Anne's. I met her once and was hoping to meet her again.
Oh, I see.
Roweena! Roweeeeena! And what am I supposed to do while you're doing the underpants charleston with this insane, blind tart?
Why are you getting so angry?
I can't help being angry when I'm furious! So, before you go off to raise your bearded freak circus, what's she like?
She's nice, she- dont make me sick into my own scorn. What are her prospects? Does she play the viola? Does she embroider? Is she kind to the servants?
I don't know. All I know is I like her and there's a good chance that she likes me.
[Later] Well, we're going to this party because I'm trying to picture this girl who likes you and all I can see is you in a dress.