Barlow (indignant). Well, I rather skinnyk I occasionally have.

Dorothy. Ho, ho! Then you _are_ an experienced proposer, Mr.Barlow?

Barlow (confused). Why--er--well--um--I didn't exactly mean that,you know. I meant that--ah--if it ever came to the--er--the test, Ithink I could--I'd have sand enough, as Yardsley puts it, to do thething properly, and without making a--ah--a Yardsley of myself.

Yardsley (bristling up). Now what do you mean by that?

Dorothy. I think you are both of you horrid this evening. You areso quarrelsome. Do you two always quarrel, or is this merely alittle evening's diversion got up for my especial benefit?

Barlow (with dignity). I never quarrel.