THE AGENT
Pardon what may seem an impertinence, Miss; but is it really true that you don't want to marry this young man?
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