Speed Is The Curse Of The Age.

Has No One Ever Told You That It Is The Height Of Impropriety To Kiss Any Gentleman, Unless You Have The Intention Of Accompanying Him Immediately To The Altar?

I Am Relieved. May I Now Have The Truth?

Will You Marry Me, Vile And Abominable Girl That You Are? Yes, But, Mind, It Only To Save My Neck From Being Wrung!

Of Course She Is A Fool, But So Are All Girls.

I Don't Know How It Is...but You Seem To Think Me Something Wonderful, And Indeed, I Am Not.