KATE. I was to choose between you, you said. You think that I have
already made up my mind?
DENNIS (smiling). I think so.
KATE. And chosen him?
DENNIS (shaking his head). Oh, no!
KATE (surprised). You think I have chosen _you_?
DENNIS (nodding). M'm.
KATE (indignantly). Really, Dennis! Considering that I had practically
arranged to run away with him twenty minutes ago! You must think me
very fickle.
DENNIS. Not fickle. Imaginative.
KATE. What do you mean? And why are you so certain that I am going to
choose you? And why in that case did you talk about taking a last look
at me? And what--?
DENNIS. Of course, we've only got five minutes, but I think that if
you asked your questions one at a time----
KATE (smiling). Well, you needn't _answer_ them all together.
DENNIS. All right then, one at a time. Why am I certain that you will
choose me? Because for the first time in your life you have just been
alone with Mr. Cyril Norwood. That's what I meant by saying you were
imaginative. The Norwood you've been thinking yourself in love with
doesn't exist. I'm certain that you've seen him for the first time in
these last few minutes. Why, the Archangel Gabriel would have made a
hash of a five minutes like that; it would have been impossible for
him to have said the right thing to you.
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