SHE. (equally startled) Why—that's so!
HE. Then—then—shall we?
SHE. (sitting down and looking demurely at her toes) Oh, not if you don't want to!
HE. (adjusting himself to the situation) Well—under the circumstances—I suppose I ought to begin by asking you to marry me. .
SHE. (languidly, with a provoking glance) You don't seem very anxious to.
HE. (feeling at a disadvantage) It isn't that—but—well—
SHE. (lightly) Well what?
HE. Dash it all, I don't know your name!
SHE. (looking at him with mild curiosity) That didn't seem to stop you a while ago….
HE. (doggedly) Well, then—will you marry me?