Mary. I suppose you mean to be unkind.
Leslie. Tit for tat. Did you not ask me why I came away? And is it usual for a young lady to say “Mr.” to the man she means to marry?
Mary. That is for the young lady to decide, sir.
Leslie. And against that judgment there shall be no appeal?
Mary. O, if you mean to argue!——
Leslie. I do not mean to argue. I am content to love and be loved. I think I am the happiest man in the world.
Mary. That is as it should be; for I am the happiest girl.
Leslie. Why not say the happiest wife? I have your word, and you have mine. Is not that enough?
Mary. Have you so soon forgotten? Did I not tell you how it must be as my brother wills? I can do only as he bids me.
Leslie. Then you have not spoken as you promised?