STIVER.
Very likely,—when
A man's disposed—
GULDSTAD [facetiously].
What, all not running smooth
In true love's course?
STIVER.
Not that exactly—
FALK [coming up].
Then
With your engagement?
STIVER.
That's about the truth.
FALK.
Hurrah! Your spendthrift pocket has a groat
Or two still left, it seems, of poetry.
STIVER [stiffly].
I cannot see what poetry has got
To do with my engagement, or with me.
FALK.
You are not meant to see; when lovers prove
What love is, all is over with their love.
GULDSTAD [to STIVER].
But if there's matter for adjustment, pray
Let's hear it.
STIVER.
I've been pondering all day
Whether the thing is proper to disclose,
But still the Ayes are balanced by the Noes.