Andy. Aye. Of course a social's different.
Daniel. Aye, Andy, a social's different. Well, now. No love, no letters, no courting, no photographs exchanged? (He looks at Andy inquiringly). No photographs exchanged? (He notes it down.) No ring? In fact, Andy, no nothing.
Andy. But he proposed to her right enough.
Daniel. Who said so?
Andy (astonished). What? Do you mean to deny he didn't?
Daniel. My dear Andy, I don't know. There was no one there but the two, I suppose, when he asked her—if he did ask her. There's only her word for it.
Andy. He wouldn't deny it himself?
Daniel. Well. That depends on whether he really asked her to marry him of course. And it's likely enough that John would be inclined to deny it if his memory was at all bad—it is a bad memory he has, you know. He forgets often to return your ploughs and that sort of thing.
Andy (blankly). Aye. He has a bad memory.