Con. Not quite. There's something I want to tell you.
Ger. Tell on, child.
Con. Oh, thank you!—that is how you used to talk to me. (Hesitates.)
Ger. (with foreboding) Well, what is it?
Con. (pulling the fingers of her gloves) A gentleman—you know him—has been—calling upon aunt—and me. We have seen a good deal of him.
Ger. Who is he?
Con. Mr. Waterfield. (Keeps her eyes on the floor.)
Ger. Well?
Con. He says—he—he—he wants me to marry him.—Aunt likes him.
Ger. And you?