"Wake up, darling!" advised Sally. "You don't seem to realise that I've just received a proposal of marriage."
"A… ?" Helen sprang up. "You mean to tell me that was a proposal?"
"Oh, I do hate pure women: they have the filthiest minds!" said Neville.
"Sally, you're not going to marry a - a hopeless creature like Neville?"
"Yes, I am. Look at the wealth he's rolling in! I'd be a fool if I turned him down."
"Sally!"
"Besides, he's not bossy, which is more than can be said for most men."
"You don't love him!"
"Who says I don't?" retorted Sally, blushing faintly. Helen looked helplessly from one to the other. "Well, all I can say is I think you're mad."
"Oh, I am glad!" said Neville. "I was beginning to feel frightfully embarrassed. If you haven't got anything more to say it would be rather nice if you went away."