What d'you think I invite myself to lunch every day for? You don't
think it's the old geyser, do you?
OLIVIA (_smiling_): No.
_She comes down to the table._
HUBERT: Don't want to sound rude, et cetera, but women don't get men
proposing to them every day, you know ... (_Turning over a page_)
Gosh, what a wizard machine--
OLIVIA (_sitting at the left of the table_): I can't think
_why_ you want to marry me, as a matter of fact. It isn't the same
as if I were very pretty, or something.
HUBERT: You do say some jolly rum things, Olivia, upon my soul.
OLIVIA: I'll tell _you_ why, then, if it makes you feel any
better. You're cautious; and you want to marry me because I'm quiet.
I'd make you a steady wife, and run a home for you.
HUBERT: There's nothing to be ashamed of in being steady. I'm steady
myself.
OLIVIA: I know you are. HUBERT: Then why aren't you keen?
OLIVIA (_after a pause, tolerant but weary_): Because you're an
unmitigated bore.
HUBERT: A bore? (_Horrified_) _Me_, a bore? Upon my word,
Olivia, I think you're a bit eccentric, I do really.
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