Margaret: Don't you lay a hand on me, don't you touch me! You're impossible, you wretch! There are just no words--you're impossible, you are a cad, sir, (aside) call me a cab, please!
Paladin: Uh, Miss Thorndyke, uh--
Margaret: You are not a gentleman. You are most decidedly--
Margaret: --not a gentleman. You are a beguiler! And a deceiver!
(Paladin snatches her to him)
Paladin: Darlingggg! (Whispers in her ear; Margaret instantly calms, beams at him, and quietly departs.)
Hey Boy: What did you say to her?
Paladin: Well, if I tell you, you'll know, and then very shortly everyone will know, and then there will be absolutely no point in my knowing, will there?
Hey Boy: Inscrutable, Bacadali.