Imogene:

(As she sees Leander she rushes to him, her face wreathed in smiles, grabbing his hand) Leander! How charming to see you again after such a long interval!

Leander:

(Pulls his hand back quickly, shyly) Howdy, Miss Pickens.

Imogene:

(Eyeing him admiringly) I'm quite well, thank you. (Aside, rapturously) He is handsomer than ever! Oh, if I could only awaken the spark of love within his manly bosom.

Leander:

(As though suddenly remembering) Sakes alive, I fergot to feed the grey mare. 'Scuse me, folks.