BETTY. She's a deceitful little cat. I saw her last week—she never told me—
WALTER. I don't think she knew. I only proposed to-day.
BETTY. [Flinging herself back in her chair, and opening wide eyes.]
You—proposed—to-day!
WALTER. [Very embarrassed.] Yes—I mean—
BETTY. You—proposed—to-day! And waited till she had accepted you—to tell me—
WALTER. [Eagerly.] Don't be so silly—come, come, he'll be back in a minute…. And, believe me, I'm not worth making a fuss about!
BETTY. [Looking contemptuously at him.] That's true.
WALTER. Yes, it is, worse luck! I deserve all you've said to me. And you'll be … much better … without me.
BETTY. Better?
WALTER. Yes, better, better—any way you choose to put it! I'm a—but never mind that!—Look here—you'd like me to stop?