She. Wonderful man! And of all that, what comes?
He. That I ask you to marry me. That is certainly something.
She. Yes; it isn’t much, and you have done it before. But as you say, it is certainly something.
He. You are always flattering! Really, one wouldn’t have expected you to be light now, when it is my deepest affections and all that sort of touching thing with which you are trifling.
She. You are a humbug!
He. Of course; so are you; so is everybody. Civilization is merely the apotheosis of humbug.
She. My friend, that trick of striving after epigram is fast making you as bad as a confirmed punster.
He. Still, it is all true. I am a humbug in proposing to you; you, if you reject me—
She. I certainly do, most emphatically and finally!