Miss G. (_Sitting again, with a laugh._) I’ll give you just five minutes to wind up the argument. Mr M. The conclusion’s obvious in logic. I ought to offer you my hand in marriage, and you ought to accept. Miss G. (_Laughing._) Logic is logic, of course, Mr Marchesson--but we’ve never even been introduced! I don’t think you need feel absolutely compelled to go through the ceremony you suggest. We’ll be illogical, and say good-night. Mr M. You admit the logic? You see the force of it? Miss G. Women don’t act by logic, though. Mr M. It’s always at least a good excuse. Miss G. If you want one, yes. (_She is about to rise again._) Mr M. I do want one. (_She shakes her head, laughing._) I’m serious. Miss G. You don’t really want me to think that? The very first time we meet? The lady in there (_pointing to the conservatory on the right_) must have frightened you terribly indeed! Mr M. Until the logic of the thing struck me--which happened only to-night--I thought it no good to try to know you. Miss G. I don’t suppose you ever thought about it at all. Mr M. I had nothing to give you--and you had nothing to give me! So it seemed in the days of illogicality. Now it’s all different. So I insist on--the ceremony. Miss G. (_Laughing, but a little agitated._) Go on, then. But your logic doesn’t bind me, you know. (_He comes and sits on the couch by her._) Yes, that’s quite right--but don’t put too much feeling into it. It--it’s only logic! No, I--I don’t think I want you to go on. I--I don’t think it’s a good joke. Mr M. It’s not a joke. I’ve never been introduced to you, you say. I’ve never spoken to you before to-night, I know. But you’re not a stranger to me. There have been very few days in the last three months when I haven’t managed to see you---- Miss G. (_Low._) Managed to see me--_managed_? Mr M. Yes--though I must say you go to some places which but for your presence would be very dull. I stuck at none of them, Miss Grainger. I swallowed every one! Did you ever notice me? Miss G. Of course not. (_He looks at her._) Of course I’ve _seen_ you, but I never _noticed_ you. (_He continues to look at her._) Not specially, at anyrate. Mr M. I suppose I must have been there a hundred times. How often did you notice me? Miss G. How absurd! I’m sure I don’t remember. Very seldom. Mr M. Don’t you remember even the first time? Miss G. Oh yes, that was at the---- No, certainly I don’t. Mr M. Yes, it _was_ at the Phillips’s! (_She smiles against her will. He also smiles._) I’m glad you remember. Miss G. You stared so--as _you_ may perhaps remember. Mr M. Have I stared every time? Miss G. Very often, anyhow. Mr M. You noticed that? Miss G. Every time I noticed you, I noticed that. Mr M. And you noticed that very often! Therefore you noticed me---- Miss G. Please, no more logic! Mr M. And yet you try to treat me as a stranger!