Victor: do forgive me.

Victoria: you play beautifully.

Victor:I I I do apologize, Miss Everglot. How rude of me to … well… excuse me.

Victoria: mother won’t let me near the piano. Music is improper for a young lady. Too passionate, she says.

Victor: if I may ask, Miss Everglot, where is your chaperon['ʃæpərəʊn]女仆?

Victoria: perhaps, in ，in view of the circumstances…you could call me Victoria.

Victor: yes of course. Victoria.

Victoria: yes, Victor.

Victor: tomorrow we’re going to m…m…

Victoria: married.

Victor: yes.Married.

Victoria:since I was a child, I’ve dreamt of my wedding day. I always hoped to find someone I was deeply in love with. Someone to spend the rest of my life with. Silly, isn’t it?

Victor: yes silly. No no, not at all.no. oh,dear, I’m sorry.