MYSELF. That is exceedingly unreasonable! How can you hate one you have never seen?
DIANA. Easily.
MYSELF. But in heaven's name, why?
DIANA. Because I do!
MYSELF. That is no answer! (Here she scowled at me.) Pray be sensible, Diana! (Here she kicked viciously at a tuft of grass.) Indeed you make it very difficult for me to help you.
"I don't want your help either!" she retorted angrily.
"No matter!" quoth I, folding my arms. "My mind is quite made up."
"So is mine!" and speaking, she would have risen, but I caught a fold of her petticoat. "Let go!" she cried.
"Sit still, Diana, and listen to me!"
"Let me go!"