GEORGE. If we can arrange it by then. I don't know how long these things take, but I should imagine there would be no difficulty.
OLIVIA. Oh no, that part ought to be quite easy. But—(She hesitates.)
GEORGE. But what?
OLIVIA. Well, if you want to marry me to-morrow, George, oughtn't you to propose to me first?
GEORGE (amazed). Propose?
OLIVIA. Yes. It is usual, isn't it, to propose to a person before you marry her, and—and we want to do the usual thing, don't we?
GEORGE (upset). But you—but we . . .
OLIVIA. You see, dear, you're George Marden, and I'm Olivia Telworthy, and you—you're attracted by me, and think I would make you a good wife, and you want to marry me. Well, naturally you propose to me first, and—tell me how much you are attracted by me, and what a good wife you think I shall make, and how badly you want to marry me.
GEORGE (falling into the humour of it, as he thinks). The baby! Did she want to be proposed to all over again?
OLIVIA. Well, she did rather.