Gwen: I don’t think so; I don’t think he cares a bit more for me than for all the others he takes about. I’m a fool! I dread every time I see him in case I should find out it’s no good; but every time he goes away, life’s just waiting for the next time I see him!
John: Are you sure?
Gwen: Sure? How?
John: That you love him?
Gwen: Yes.
John: Enough to marry him?
Gwen: Yes.
John: By jove, Gwen, I’d like you to.
Gwen (brokenly): Oh, Jacko....
[A knock at the door.