SHE. (_lightly_) Well what?
HE. Dash it all, I don't know your name!
SHE. (_looking at him with mild curiosity_) That didn't seem to stop
you a while ago....
HE. (_doggedly_) Well, then--will you marry me?
SHE. (_promptly_) No.
HE. (_surprised_) No! Why do you say that?
SHE. (_coolly_) Why should I marry you? I know nothing about you.
I've known you for less than an hour.
HE. (_sardonically_) That fact didn't seem to keep you from kissing me.
SHE. Besides--I don't like the way you go about it. If you'd propose
the same way you made love to me, maybe I'd accept you.
HE. All right. (_Dropping on one knee before her_) Beloved! (_An
awkward pause_) No, I can't do it. (_He gets up and distractedly
dusts off his knees with his handkerchief_.) I'm very sorry.
SHE. (_with calm inquiry_) Perhaps it's because you don't love me
any more?
HE. (_fretfully_) Of course I love you!
SHE. (_coldly_) But you don't want to marry me.... I see.