Koch. Why go home? Whatever nonsense do you want to go home for?
Pod. What should I stop here for? I’ve said all that’s proper already.
Koch. Then you have made her an offer?
Pod. N—no, that’s the only thing—I haven’t done that yet.
Koch. Well you really are—why didn’t you?
Pod. I should like to know how you expect me, without talking about anything else first, to plump the question that way—“Will you marry me, madam?”
Koch. And I should like to know whatever nonsense were you talking about for a whole half-hour?
Pod. Oh, we talked about all sorts of things; and I acknowledge that I’m delighted. I passed the time most agreeably.
Koch. Look here, man, think yourself; when are you going to get it all done at that rate? It will be time to go to church and be married in an hour.
Pod. Are you gone mad? Be married to-day!...