MRS. CURTIS (with increased incredulity)
Are you proposing to me, Mr. Briggs?
MR. BRIGGS
Well—uh—yes. (Then, looking beyond her down the corridor on the right.) Oh, goodness. They watch me like a hawk! Here comes my mother! (Dismayed, he turns to the left.)
MRS. CURTIS (as he turns)
Perhaps it was time!
MR. BRIGGS (dismally)
There’s my sister Jessie!
MRS. CURTIS
What of it?