Messenger. What right have you to stand in the way of this young man who gives love for love? You don’t love her.
Horace. I think I do.
Messenger. He knows he does.
Horace. Minnie knows I do, but she doesn’t want to be reminded of it every minute or two.
Messenger. A great mistake. Women don’t like to be taken for granted. Listen!
Dicey. What could he ever be to you? Certainly no companion for life. He? He is only fit to be a bit of furniture in a library, while you are all life and sunshine. Minnie, you know I love you.
Minnie. Hush! You mustn’t say that.
Dicey. I know I’m not worthy of you.
Horace. That’s the first sensible thing he has said yet.
Messenger. Have you ever said it?