Mrs. Crowley.
[Demurely.] I was very nicely brought up.
Dick.
Of course, if you're going to make yourself systematically disagreeable unless I marry you, I suppose I shall have to do it in self-defence.
Mrs. Crowley.
I don't know if you have the least idea what you're talking about. I'm sure I haven't!
Dick.
I was merely asking you in a rather well-turned phrase to name the day. The lamb shall be ready for the slaughter!
Mrs. Crowley.
Couldn't you infuse a little romance into it? You might begin by going down on your bended knees.