"If I say yes, will you at once proceed to ask me to marry you?" she asked.
"Try it and see."
"Ce n'est pas la peine. It occasionally happens that a woman's already got a husband."
"She said she was an old maid."
"Do you dare to insinuate that I look like an old maid?" she cried.
"Yes."
"Upon my word!"
"Would you wish me to insinuate that you look like anything so insipid as a young girl? Were you the woman of the black domino?" he persisted.
"I should need further information, before being able to make up my mind. Are the—what's their name?—Wohenheimer?—are the Wohenheimers people one can safely confess to knowing? Oh, you're a man, and don't count. But a woman? It sounds a trifle Jewish, Wohenheimer. But of course there are Jews and Jews."
"You're playing with me like the cat in the adage," he sighed. "It's too cruel. No one is responsible for his memory."