I know when you make him (the horse) walk, it's so you can give all your attention to proposing to me again...

Lucy, if you aren't the prettiest thing in this world. When are you going to say we're really engaged?

Not for years, so there's the answer.

Lucy dear, what's the matter? You look as if you're gonna cry. You always do that whenever I can get you to talk about marrying me.

I know it.

Well why do you?

One reason is because I have a feeling it's never gonna be.

You haven't any reason?

It's just a feeling. I don't know. Everything's so unsettled.

...What's unsettled?

Well for one thing, George, you haven't decided on anything to do yet. Or at least if you have, you've never spoken of it.

Lucy, haven't you perfectly well understood that I don't intend to go into a business or adopt a profession?

Then, what are you going to do George?

Why, I expect to lead an honorable life. I expect to contribute my share to charities, and take part in, well, in movements.

What kind?

Whatever appeals to me. Isn't it your father's idea that I have to go into a business, and you oughtn't to be engaged to me until I do? Do you think I'd be very much of a man if I let another man dictate to me my own way of life?...I don't believe in the whole world scrubbing dishes, selling potatoes, or trying law cases. No, I dare say I don't care any more for your father's ideals than he does for mine.