"Darce, do you remember that piece of paper I found with your proposal?"
"It was not a proposal."
"But it was written in your hand."
"What about it?"
"If you are not intending it as a proposal, may I borrow your words?"
"I am not sure what you mean."
"You know,
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
It sounds very romantic. Is there more to it?"
"No."
"Oh. That's a shame... Well, I am going for a walk in the grove now."
"Wait, I think aunt Catherine wants to see you."