You'll have to marry me then." "Have to!" flashed Dot.
"Yes, have to," he repeated coolly.

"You are mine." "I'm not, Bertie!" she declared indignantly.

"How--how dare you hold me against my will?
And you're upsetting the apples too.

Bertie, you--you're a horrid cad!" "Yes, I know," said Bertie, an odd note of soothing in his voice.

"That's what you English people always do when you're beaten.