Dam. I hate you.
[They sit.
Miss Mac. Well, sir, and I hate you.
Dam. Then we ought to be married.
Miss Mac. What?
Dam. I say we ought to be married; because we shall begin at the right end. All the rest of the world begin with love and finish with hating. We will be wiser—begin with hate and perhaps—I say perhaps end with love. I mean what I say—I have a motive for what I am saying. Do you hate me heartily enough to marry me?
Miss Mac. I do, sir.
Dam. You can’t endure me?
Miss Mac. I think you a most hateful person.
Dam. You, to me, are a perfect Gorgon.