Selina—Do you think he is the type of man I could love? Frankly, he bores me to death.
Bart—Great fish!
Gentleman—I don't think you bore him.
Selina—(Sadly.) Poor boy!
Gentleman—He's gone on you, isn't he?
Selina—(Pleadingly.) Please don't think me a heartless coquette. He's alone here in the city. I was just nice and friendly to him, and the poor fellow's fallen desperately in love with me.
Gentleman—(Gallantly.) I don't blame him.
Selina—That's quite sweet of you, but it's made me very unhappy. He was engaged to a girl up the state, and I'm afraid she will blame me. Women are so cruel in their judgments.
Gentleman—(Soothingly.) Well if you don't love him—
Selina—How can I? Yet I'm worried sick, for he has threatened to kill himself if I don't marry him.