Mrs. P. But you were not here last evening.
Mr. B. (perplexed). Certainly not; but you called on me.
Mrs. P. What do you mean, Mr. Bliss?
Mr. B. (smiling). I mean that you made a leap-year call on me last evening, and offered me your heart and hand, which I accepted.
Mrs. P. (casting down her eyes). I am sorry to dispute you, but I had a severe headache last evening, and did not leave the house.
Mr. B. (in a disappointed tone). Is that so? But certainly some one bearing your semblance called on me last evening. (A pause.) It must have been one of Dick’s harum-scarum tricks.
Mrs. P. No doubt it was. He is full of mischief.
Mr. B. Mrs. Payne—
Mrs. P. (smiling). Well, Mr. Bliss.
Mr. B. (fidgeting nervously). Couldn’t we make my vision of last evening a reality?