SHE
Don't ask me why. I loathe why.
HE
But oh, Genevieve, I love you so!
[He grasps her hand, not too violently. She gasps slightly, smiles pleasantly and becomes stern.
SHE (encouragingly)
Please, let go of my hand.
[He does so. She looks at him in mingled wonder and chagrin.
HE
Genevieve, isn't there any chance for me?