Mr M. Until the logic of the thing struck me—which happened only to-night—I thought it no good to try to know you.
Miss G. I don’t suppose you ever thought about it at all.
Mr M. I had nothing to give you—and you had nothing to give me! So it seemed in the days of illogicality. Now it’s all different. So I insist on—the ceremony.
Miss G. (Laughing, but a little agitated.) Go on, then. But your logic doesn’t bind me, you know.
(He comes and sits on the couch by her.)
Yes, that’s quite right—but don’t put too much feeling into it. It—it’s only logic! No, I—I don’t think I want you to go on. I—I don’t think it’s a good joke.
Mr M. It’s not a joke. I’ve never been introduced to you, you say. I’ve never spoken to you before to-night, I know. But you’re not a stranger to me. There have been very few days in the last three months when I haven’t managed to see you——
Miss G. (Low.) Managed to see me—managed?
Mr M. Yes—though I must say you go to some places which but for your presence would be very dull. I stuck at none of them, Miss Grainger. I swallowed every one! Did you ever notice me?
Miss G. Of course not.