SHE. (promptly) No.
HE. (surprised) No! Why do you say that?
SHE. (coolly) Why should I marry you? I know nothing about you.
I've known you for less than an hour.
HE. (sardonically) That fact didn't seem to keep you from kissing me.
SHE. Besides—I don't like the way you go about it. If you'd propose the same way you made love to me, maybe I'd accept you.
HE. All right. (Dropping on one knee before her) Beloved! (An awkward pause) No, I can't do it. (He gets up and distractedly dusts off his knees with his handkerchief.) I'm very sorry.
SHE. (with calm inquiry) Perhaps it's because you don't love me any more?
HE. (fretfully) Of course I love you!
SHE. (coldly) But you don't want to marry me…. I see.
HE. Not at all! I do want to marry you. But—