She. "Of you? Oh, no! Why should it? We are only severe on those we dislike."
He. "Then you don't dislike me?"
She. "No! - why should we?"
He. "Well - I don't know - but I thought you might. Well, I'm glad of that - I'm very glad of that. 'Pon my word, it's very hot! don't you think so?"
She. "Yes! I'm burning. But I don't think we should find a cooler place." (Does not evince any symptoms of moving.)
He. "Well, p'raps we shouldn't." (A pause.) "Do you know that I'm very glad you don't dislike me; because, it wouldn't have been pleasant to be disliked by you, would it?"
She. "Well - of course, I can't tell. It depends upon one's own feelings."
He. "Then you don't dislike me?"
She. "Oh dear, no! why should I?"