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Mr Willetts, bring her on! Smoothly, Mr Willetts. Don't jerk it! You look wonderful, darling. Now come along. Eyes! Teeth! And les boosts! Oh, god! All right, then. That'll have to do. Seven o'clock tonight. Don't be late! Come on then. Out with it. I wanted your advice, Fanny. What about?
As your business partner?
John Chivery's asked me to be his wife. Has he? Good for you, little one! I refused him, Fanny, and he was ever so upset, And Father's displeased with me too. You refused him? Why? D'you think you'll ever get a better offer than that? I don't.
I don't love him, Fanny. What's love got to do with it? I always thought you were fond of John Chivery. I am fond of him, Fanny, but I don't love him.
And I'd rather stay and look after Father than marry someone I don't love. Well. If that's what suits you. Are you in love with Mr Sparkler, Fanny? Sparkler? That preening booby? I should think not. Though I might even marry him one day, just to spite his mother.
Matter of fact I was going to call there before the show. Would you like to meet her? She's got ever such a big parrot. No, no, no, no.