...fourth from the the right...
He looks bewildered. A rock?
You see the confusion in his eyes. "A diamond ring, numbskull. It
has to be at least one carat, preferrably on white gold or platinum;
but I won't get my hopes up."
As he shuffles towards the door, his face cast down in despair, he
stops for a moment. "Do... do you think we oculd make out some
more first?"
"See that empty finger?" you ask. "When you put a rock
on it, then we can talk. I don't want a scrub for a husband."
