HELEN. (flaming) I suppose because you saw me in his arms—! Oh,
I want to, all right, but—
THE AGENT. (mildly) Then what seems to be the trouble?
HELEN. I—oh, you explain to him, George.
She goes to the bench and sits down.
GEORGE. Well, it's this way. As you may have deduced from what you saw, we are madly in love with each other—
HELEN. (from the bench) But I'm not madly in love with municipal ownership. That's the chief difficulty.
GEORGE. No, the chief difficulty is that I refuse to entertain even a platonic affection for the tango.
HELEN. (irritably) I told you the tango had gone out long ago!
GEORGE. Well, then, the maxixe.
HELEN. Stupid!