By the flush on your cheeks and your shoulders.
She: A bore!
He: Oh, nonsense; a debutante just out of school
Who can rule with a smile what a king could not rule,
From young Harry, her prince, to myself, her poor fool!
Come, tell me, did Harry propose?
She: What a goose
You would think me to tell you, and then of what use
Could it be?
He: Well, it might give me hope, where before