Start:

BRANT--(bowing with an exaggerated politeness) Good afternoon. (coming and taking her hand which she forces herself to hold out to him) Hope you don't mind my walking in on you without ceremony. Your mother told me--

LAVINIA--I know. She had to go out for a while and she said I was to keep you company until she returned.

[...]

End:

LAVINIA--(icily) If you have any consideration for her, you'll do as I say and not force me to write my father. (She turns her back on him and walks to the steps woodenly erect and square-shouldered.)

BRANT--(desperately now--with a grotesque catching at his lover's manner) I don't know what you mean, Lavinia. I swear before God it is only you I--(She turns at the top of the steps at this and stares at him with such a passion of hatred that he is