BOBBY. What next girl?
JANE. The one you propose to to-morrow.
BOBBY. You know, Jane, when you talk like that I feel that you don't deserve to be proposed to at all.
JANE (loftily). I'm sure I don't want to be.
BOBBY (coming closer). Are you?
JANE. Am I what?
BOBBY. Quite sure.
JANE. I should have thought it was pretty obvious seeing that I've just refused you.
BOBBY. Have you?
JANE. Have I what?