I can’t imagine why you hadn’t the sense to fall in love with one of the various eligible persons who want to marry you.
Mrs. Dot.
But he does want to marry me. He’s desperately in love with me.
Aunt Eliza.
I should have thought he could find a better way of showing it than by getting engaged to somebody else.
Mrs. Dot.
He’s a sentimentalist, like all his sex. Good heavens, what a mess the world would get into if it weren’t for the practical common sense of the average women.
Aunt Eliza.
And what do you propose to do?
Mrs. Dot.