DOROTHY. A woman, and you don't want the last word?...
Toss!
DOROTHEA (producing a coin). If you lose, you're not to call me names.
DOROTHY. Heads!
DOROTHEA. You have lost. Who is the better now?...
'Would you accept me for your husband.—James'—
So runs the question, and the answer——
DOROTHY (anxiously).How?
DOROTHEA. Read it!
DOROTHY (in dismay). 'Of course I would!'
DOROTHEA.It's not so much
That I want James, as that you've made me cross.
In fact, if your behaviour had been such——
DOROTHY (who, after a little puzzling is now in the act of writing).
I'm glad to hear that you'll survive the loss.
DOROTHEA (in slow horror). You've spoilt it! Let me see!... 'Of course I would....
'Of course I would be damned first....' Little cat!