Mr M. The conclusion’s obvious in logic. I ought to offer you my hand in marriage, and you ought to accept.
Miss G. (Laughing.) Logic is logic, of course, Mr Marchesson—but we’ve never even been introduced! I don’t think you need feel absolutely compelled to go through the ceremony you suggest. We’ll be illogical, and say good-night.
Mr M. You admit the logic? You see the force of it?
Miss G. Women don’t act by logic, though.
Mr M. It’s always at least a good excuse.
Miss G. If you want one, yes. (She is about to rise again.)
Mr M. I do want one.
(She shakes her head, laughing.)
I’m serious.
Miss G. You don’t really want me to think that? The very first time we meet? The lady in there (pointing to the conservatory on the right) must have frightened you terribly indeed!