I will not be outdone in generosity. You have refused me. I accept your refusal as final.
Mrs. Dot.
I never realised that your nature was so great and tender. Every word you say makes me more determined to devote my life to your happiness.
Blenkinsop.
My dear Dot, much as I appreciate the beauty of your sentiments, I must confess that I could never marry a woman who did not love me.
Mrs. Dot.
[As though she were struggling with her modesty.] I see that you want to force from me the avowal that is so hard to make. Oh, you men!
Blenkinsop.
Good God, you don’t mean to say you’re in love with me?
Mrs. Dot.