“I wish I were as sure.”
“I thought you promised to be interesting,” she complained.
“Now you're afraid I'm going to make love to you. Let me relieve your mind. I'm not.”
“I knew you wouldn't be so stupid,” she assured him.
“No objection to my admiring your artistic effect at a distance, as a spectator in a gallery?”
“I shall expect that,” she rippled.
“Just as one does a picture too expensive to own.”
“I suppose I AM expensive.”
“Not a doubt of it. But if you don't mind I'll come occasionally to the gallery to study the masterpiece.”
“I'll mind if you don't.”