Rose met the Doctor at The Montague at 7 p.m. sharp, and found him annoyingly attentive. When he asked her to dance, she deferred to her lacking skill, to which he tutted with a, "Nonsense. To dance with you squashing my feet would be heaven itself."

Blast the man!

"My darling Rose, will you marry me?" he asked, as they took a turn near the band. "You will note that it's been a fortnight since I've made a mention of it, and so it should be within propriety. So?"

"Of course not, you idiot," Rose said, unable to help but notice the Doctor was much more muscular than his wiry frame let on.