Stuart (wearily). I don’t see anything to be done, except to get your proposal made by proxy. (Stops short in walk.) By Jove, that’s an idea.
Fred. What?
Stuart (triumphantly). I have it. I’ll get into a domino, pass myself off for you, and propose.
[Goes up back.
Fred (angrily). You’ll do nothing of the kind!
Stuart. Why not?
Fred. Mr. Stuart, your proposition is simply insulting. A moment since you said that a declaration of love was the greatest compliment a man could pay a woman, and now you would turn it into a joke or trick. Do you think I will allow the woman I love to be so treated?
Stuart (soothingly). All right. We’ll say no more about it.
[At b.d.
Fred. Then give me your word you won’t.