Mrs. Crowley
With an orange salad?
Dick
Yes.
Mrs. Crowley
I don't positively dislike that.
Dick
And I've ordered a soufflé with an ice in the middle of it.
Mrs. Crowley
I shan't come.
Dick
I shouldn't have thought you kept very well abreast of dramatic art if you insist on marrying every man who takes you to a theatre.
Mrs. Crowley
[Demurely.] I was very nicely brought up.
Dick
Of course, if you're going to make yourself systematically disagreeable unless I marry you, I suppose I shall have to do it in self-defence.
Mrs. Crowley
I don't know if you have the least idea what you're talking about. I'm sure I haven't!
Dick
I was merely asking you in a rather well-turned phrase to name the day. The lamb shall be ready for the slaughter!
Mrs. Crowley
Couldn't you infuse a little romance into it? You might begin by going down on your bended knees.
Dick
I assure you that's quite out of fashion. Lovers, nowadays, are much too middle-aged, and their joints are creaky. Besides, it ruins the trousers.
Mrs. Crowley
At all events, there can be no excuse for your not saying that you know you're utterly unworthy of me.
Dick
Wild horses wouldn't induce me to make a statement which is so remote from the truth.
Mrs. Crowley
And, of course, you must threaten to commit suicide if I don't consent.
Dick
Women are such sticklers for routine. They have no originality.
Mrs. Crowley
Very well, have it your own way. But I must have a proposal in due form.
Dick
Only four words are needed. [Counting them on his fingers.] Will you marry me?
Mrs. Crowley
That is both clear and simple. I reply in one: No!
Dick
[As though he were not sure that he had heard correctly.] I beg your pardon?
Mrs. Crowley
The answer is in the negative.
Dick
You're joking. You're certainly joking.
Mrs. Crowley
I will be a sister to you.
Dick
Do you mean to say you deliberately refuse me?
Mrs. Crowley
[Smiling.] I promised you I would.