SHE—That would have been disastrous.
HE—It would, if I had started confessing things.
SHE—What's the matter? Have you anything on your conscience?
HE—Not my conscience, but my heart.
SHE—There you go again. You promised me last night at the Academy you wouldn't jolly any more.
HE—I haven't. I'm desperately in earnest. I swear it.
SHE—I wish I could believe you.
HE—Why don't you?
SHE—It might disturb my peace of mind.
HE—Would that be so bad?