Martin: I can't doubt it. Yet that was the mischief. I could find no logical cause for your disturbance. And an illogical world proceeds from confusion to chaos. For want of a little logic my foot and your swing passed out of control.
Jane: The logic had only to be asked for, and it would have been forthcoming.
Martin: Is it too late to ask?
Jane: It is never too late to be reasonable. But why am I sitting on— Why am I sitting here?
Martin: For the best of reasons. You are sitting where you are sitting because the swing is so disturbed. Please teach me to be reasonable, dear Mistress Jane. Why were you disturbed?
Jane: Very well. I was naturally greatly disturbed to learn that your heroine hated your hero. Because it is your errand to relate love-stories; and I cannot see the connection between love and hate. Could two things more antagonistic conclude in union?
Martin: Yes.
Jane: What?
Martin: A button and buttonhole. For one is something and the other nothing, and what in the very nature of things could be more antagonistic than these?
So saying, he tore a button from his shirt and put it into her hand. "Don't drop it," said Martin, "because I haven't another; and besides, every button-hole prefers its own button. Yet I will never ask you to re-unite them until my tale proves to your satisfaction that out of antagonisms unions can spring."