“You put me in a hard position, Godfrey. You give me no alternative but to accept.”
“I am a hard man,” said I suavely.
“You are really willing to let me go?”
“You expected to have a difficult time persuading me?” laughed I.
She looked at me reproachfully. “Do be serious, Godfrey, about these serious things.”
“All right. What do you say, Edna? Yes or no?”
“I must have time to think,” replied she. “This is a very solemn moment.”
“Why fake?” said I pleasantly. “You have it all thought out.”
“It is solemn to me, Godfrey.”
“There’s nothing solemn about our married life. It’s a farce.”