But--(She hesitates.)
GEORGE. But what?
OLIVIA. Well, if you want to marry me to-morrow, George, oughtn't you
to propose to me first?
GEORGE (amazed). Propose?
OLIVIA. Yes. It is usual, isn't it, to propose to a person before you
marry her, and--and we want to do the usual thing, don't we?
GEORGE (upset). But you--but we . . .
OLIVIA. You see, dear, you're George Marden, and I'm Olivia Telworthy,
and you--you're attracted by me, and think I would make you a good
wife, and you want to marry me. Well, naturally you propose to me
first, and--tell me how much you are attracted by me, and what a good
wife you think I shall make, and how badly you want to marry me.
GEORGE (falling into the humour of it, as he thinks). The baby! Did
she want to be proposed to all over again?
OLIVIA. Well, she did rather.
GEORGE (rather fancying himself as an actor). She shall then. (He
adopts what he considers to be an appropriate attitude) Mrs.
Telworthy, I have long admired you in silence, and the time has now
come to put my admiration into words. Er--(But apparently he finds a
difficulty.)
OLIVIA (hopefully). Into words.
GEORGE. Er--
OLIVIA (with the idea of helping). Oh, Mr. Marden!
GEORGE.
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