"I went to see her just before I left Bingley. I was absolutely determined that this time I would ask her to marry me. And do you know what happened?"
"What?"
A bitter laugh escaped Bill Bannister. At least Lord Tidmouth presumed that it was a bitter laugh. It had sounded more like a death-rattle. "The moment I appeared - before I could even speak - she said, 'Put out your tongue.'"
"What did you do?"
"I put it out. 'Coated,' she said, and prescribed a mild tonic. Now, could I have followed that up by asking her to be my wife?"
"It wasn't what you would call a good cue," admitted Lord Tidmouth.
(from Doctor Sally, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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