GEORGE (rather fancying himself as an actor). She shall then. (He adopts what he considers to be an appropriate attitude) Mrs. Telworthy, I have long admired you in silence, and the time has now come to put my admiration into words. Er—(But apparently he finds a difficulty.)
OLIVIA (hopefully). Into words.
GEORGE. Er—
OLIVIA (with the idea of helping). Oh, Mr. Marden!
GEORGE. Er—may I call you Olivia?
OLIVIA. Yes, George.
GEORGE (taking her hand). Olivia—I—(He hesitates.)
OLIVIA. I don't want to interrupt, but oughtn't you to be on your knees? It is—usual, I believe. If one of the servants came in, you could say you were looking for my scissors.
GEORGE. Really, Olivia, you must allow me to manage my own proposal in my own way.
OLIVIA (meekly). I'm sorry. Do go on.