Norwood. Perhaps you hadn't heard what we've been doing these last
four years? Oh, quite a lot of it. . . . Well?
NORWOOD. You don't wish me to believe that you're serious?
DENNIS. Perfectly. Swords, pistols, fists, catch-as-catch-can--what
would you like?
NORWOOD. I do not propose to indulge in an undignified scuffle for
the--er--lady of my heart.
DENNIS (cheerfully). Nothing doing in scuffles, eh? All right, then,
I'll toss you for her.
NORWOOD. Now you're merely being vulgar. (to KATE) My dear--
(She motions him back with her hand, but does not take her eyes off
DENNIS.)
DENNIS. Really, Mr. Norwood, you're a little hard to please. If you
don't like my suggestions, perhaps you will make one of your own.
NORWOOD. This is obviously a matter in which it is for the--er--lady
to choose.
DENNIS. You think Mrs. Camberley should choose between us?
NORWOOD. Certainly.
DENNIS. What do you say, Kate?
KATE. You are very generous, Dennis.
DENNIS (after a pause). Very well, you shall choose.
NORWOOD (complacently). Ah!
DENNIS. Wait a moment, Mr. Norwood. (to KATE) When did you first meet
him?
KATE. A year ago.
DENNIS. And he's been making love to you for a year? (KATE bends her
head) He's been making love to you for a year?
NORWOOD.
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