A couple with lemonades*

* Do arquivo. 

- Lady, may I warn you this is not quite a well-balanced ship? 

- Of course you can, my darling. You always do. I never get it, though. What does it mean?

- It means this ship may go over some turbulence. It is, after all, the ship of love. You should be prepared.

- Of love? What a queer thing! It gives me the creeps.

- Yes, ma'am. A queer thing, indeed.

- How come you let it come to this point, anyway? Didn't you see this all coming? Now, be honest, young man!

- Yes, sort of. But, as a matter of fact, there wasn't much that I could do about it.

- Oh, please. A gentleman always can pull some kind of arrangement to prevent a thing such as love from happening, cannot he?

- One would hardly deny that.

- Especially if he is the one to be in love!

- Once again, you are correct.

- I frankly thought you all would be kind enough to take care of whole deal, nowadays.

- I tried actually. But you have been rather a charming young lady, you know? It could not possibly be done by means of mere strength of will.

- I understand.

- It probably would take a couple of months in Fiji to forget all about it. An adventure with a yokel might just come in hand.

- Have you tried the business of boozing and gambling? They make men often forget their duties.

- I have.

- And the one of sporting like a daredevil?

- I have parachuted on mined grounds on a weekly basis all December, for that matter.

- Maybe you should have tried politics. I trust it makes one looses all of one's senses.

- With all due respect, ma'am, I believe loosing my senses was the problem to begin with.

- Perhaps. Let us just pretend you are right.

- Fine by me.

- So, shall we just get something absolutely clear: you are in love with me?

- Inevitably so, I fear.

- My Gosh! Do you think this is an awfully terrible thing?

- I find it natural. But one should always be cautious with nature.

- Well, I cannot say that I vehemently object your love, boy. Not at principle.

- How nice of you to say.

- But if a fellow is to be in love with me, he should at least have the decency of not making a regular obviousness out of it.

- I grant you that.

- And what is this turbulence of the ship of love balderdash, anyway? It seems disrespectful.

- Not at all disrespectful, miss, although it might be mildly unbecoming. You see, I sometimes express myself peculiarly.

- Are you talking about poetry, chap? I can stand poetry!

- That is fair enough. But can you stand prose? Can you even bear unfashionably dialogued prose?

- I might. Just for kicks. After all, I have apparently succeeded in surviving quite prosaic people all my life!

- Very well, then. You have got yourself a lover.

- Good heavens, I feel like a lemonade. Would you care to join me?

- But of course.