Oh, Reginald, I feel faint.
Oh, Lucinda, I feel. . .well, may I say, invigorated?
Oh, yes, I feel it too.
Let us retire to the library, it’s private there.
I. . .well, what will our guests think? And how can we. . .walk in there like this?
Just stay pressed against me, and we’ll tango over to the door.
Oh, Reginald, please be discreet.
Discreet? Now you ask that? Just slide with me.