MRS. JUNO. Then I won't do it: that's flat. I like to be liked. I
like to be loved. I want everyone round me to love me. I don't
want to meet or speak to anyone who doesn't like me.

JUNO. But, my precious, this is the most horrible immorality.

MRS. LUNN. I don't intend to give up meeting you, Mr. Juno. You
amuse me very much. I don't like being loved: it bores me. But I
do like to be amused.

JUNO. I hope we shall meet very often. But I hope also we shall
not defend our conduct.

MRS. JUNO [rising] This is unendurable. We've all been flirting.
Need we go on footling about it?

JUNO [huffily] I don't know what you call footling--

MRS. JUNO [cutting him short] You do. You're footling. Mr. Lunn
is footling. Can't we admit that we're human and have done with
it?

JUNO. I have admitted it all along. I--

MRS. JUNO [almost screaming] Then stop footling.

The dinner gong sounds.

MRS. LUNN [rising] Thank heaven! Let's go in to dinner. Gregory: