The debutante smiled and said "Oh I just can't decide and do you really thing someone would want to get married to me. I hope I am lucky enough to find the love of my life."
The weary old magistrate instinctively reached for something in the inner pocket of his dinner jacket but stopped. He was silent and staring, at nothing. Then he smiled, took another slip of the wine and said "I hope you are lucky enough for the love of your life to know that he is the love of your life and lucky enough for him to love you back as much."