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] Harry Bevan
: Oh, come come, my pet!
: Excuse me, Miss Elizabeth. Mr. Browning's downstairs. Elizabeth Barrett
: Oh, well - ask him to wait, please. Bella Hedley
: Oh, no dear, cousin. Ask him to come white up. We have to go downstairs and have tea with Uncle Edward. And besides, we wouldn't dweam of interrupting your tete-a-tete. Isn't it frilling, Harry. Mr. Browning's a poet and Miss Elizabeth's a poet. Isn't that a coincidence? Harry Bevan
: Oh, quaint, my dear, quaint.