Philipa Featherington: Alby and I lay together before we arrived.
Portia Featherington: Just lower your voice! Not here. (They go to an empty room…) And what about you? Did you two…
Prudence Featherington: We began. I simply… I do not enjoy it.
Portia Featherington: A woman’s pleasure is somewhat more subtle than a man’s. You see, when he… inserts himself…
Philipa Featherington: Inserts himself? Inserts himself where?
Portia Featherington: What on earth do you and Mr. Finch do?
Philipa Featherington: We kiss, and then he makes an odd sound, and he goes to change his breeches.
Prudence Featherington: His breeches remain on?
Philipa Featherington: Of course.
Portia Featherington (to herself): Why must I be punished over and over?
