'I know that if you are, I should like to kill your husband. Are you? Tell me. Put me out of suspense. Let me go home and open a vein.'
'Have I the air of a jeune fille?'
'Thank goodness, no. But there are such things as widows.'
'And what more do you know about me?'
'Tell me—are you married?'
'You may suppose that I'm a widow.'
'Thank God!'
She laughed.
'Will you marry me?' he asked.
'Oh, marriage is such a bore,' she reminded him.