The Man.
Good gracious! Whom do you like, then?
His Wife.
I like architects of genius.
The Man.
Very well, then. Imagine such a man to have asked you to dance with him (for I suppose you would not care to have the empty air for a partner, would you?).
His Wife.
I have imagined him.
The Man.
Good! Imagine, too, A marvellous orchestra, with a Turkish drum beating pom, pom, pom.