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—