Fenton. I don't quite get you, madam.
Margaret. The men I know have so much of the feminine in them.
Fenton. Oh, "Cissies"!
Margaret [flirtingly]. They lack the magnetic forcefulness which I like so much in you.
Fenton. I believe you are kidding me. Does that mean you like me?
Margaret. That's rather an embarrassing question.
Fenton. You must or you wouldn't let me speak to you this way.
Margaret [archly]. Never mind whether I like you. Tell me whether you like me?
Fenton [feeling more at home]. Gee! I didn't get on to you at first. Sure I like you.
Margaret. Then we're going to be good friends.