[JILL. nodes.]
Seeing you yesterday—it did seem rotten.
JILL. We didn't begin it.
ROLF. No; but you don't understand. If you'd made yourself, as father has——
JILL. I hope I should be sorry.
ROLF. [Reproachfully] That isn't like you. Really he can't help thinking he's a public benefactor.
JILL. And we can't help thinking he's a pig. Sorry!
ROLF. If the survival of the fittest is right——
JILL. He may be fitter, but he's not going to survive.
ROLF. [Distracted] It looks like it, though.