LEONARD. Do you want it? Is it for me you’d do it?
MARY. It’d make me unhappy for you to go away like that.
LEONARD. Mary, I think I like you enough to marry you. But you mustn’t unless you want to marry me.
MARY. I want to marry somebody.
LEONARD. Oh! thank you. You’re beautifully frank.
MARY. It’s only that I don’t quite understand you. You were going away. You were packing your—
LEONARD. I have the honour to ask you to be my wife.
MARY. Yes, I will.
TIMBRELL. [Writing.] Mary Broom. B-R-O-O-M?
MARY. E, sir. B-R-O-O-M-E. My father told us we must always stick to the E. It’s more genteel.