Counsellor. Vain excuses, Mr. Drave; mere pretexts to palliate your hatred.
Mr. D. I have no hatred against you, Sir.
Counsellor. Oh, but I see very clearly you have: but I warrant you——
Mr. D. You are not to my mind—you see I do not attempt to conceal it.
Counsellor. Well, of my passion for Miss Drave I will speak no more—but I am now obliged in honour to frequent your house.
Mr. D. Say you were tired of our company; I give you my word never to contradict you.
Counsellor. It would be much to the credit of your house, and your daughter.
Mr. D. [smiling]. I know what I venture.
Counsellor. You are insupportable—but take warning; remember, Sir, to whom you speak!
Mr. D. [earnestly]. I remember but too well!