Alma. Thank you.
Dr. Rough-hew them how we may, our ends are shaped for us. Doubtless we have been brought together for some wise purpose. I propose, therefore, to improve your acquaintance.
Alma. Hadn’t you better improve me? Never mind my acquaintance.
Dr. That is the object which I have in view. Even the rose needs careful nurturing, ere it will bloom like—like—what shall I say?
Alma. Say what you like. I won’t be offended.
Dr. Like those I see before me.
Alma. These? (taking one from her dress) Would you like one?
Dr. I am unused to meretricious ornament.
Alma. Doctor! Don’t call my poor rose such hard names. Stand still. I’ll put it in your buttonhole.