HE
Oh, Genevieve, if you only knew how it hurt me when you did it!
SHE
Did it hurt you?
HE
I could have killed Joe—gladly.
SHE
Honest!
HE
You know—you must know!
SHE
You certainly are calm about it.
HE (in the most absurd position that hopeless love can twist a man into)
What can I do? I can't be ridiculous.
SHE
Did you really see us?
HE
Yes, I saw you.
SHE
You seemed terribly tied up with Ethel.
HE
I had to sit by her.
SHE
I don't see why.
HE
I didn't have any place else to go.
SHE
I knew you were looking.
HE
Then why did you do it?
SHE
Don't ask me why. I loathe why.
HE
But oh, Genevieve, I love you so!
[He grasps her hand, not too violently. She gasps slightly, smiles pleasantly and becomes stern.
SHE (encouragingly)
Please, let go of my hand.
[He does so. She looks at him in mingled wonder and chagrin.
HE
Genevieve, isn't there any chance for me?
SHE
I've never thought of such a thing. What do you mean!
HE
I mean I love you.
SHE
… Yes?
HE (taking her scarf in his hand)
Aren't you interested?
SHE
Why, really, Mr. Gordon, you ask such strange questions.