Mrs. Crowley.
Very well, have it your own way. But I must have a proposal in due form.
Dick.
Only four words are needed. [Counting them on his fingers.] Will you marry me?
Mrs. Crowley.
That is both clear and simple. I reply in one: No!
Dick.
[As though he were not sure that he had heard correctly.] I beg your pardon?
Mrs. Crowley.
The answer is in the negative.