"Mr. Bacon, of Edgefield, was once courting a lady who had frequently
refused him; but he, with commendable perseverance, had as often renewed
the suit, until at last she became so exceedingly annoyed at his
importunities that she told him that she could never marry a man whose
tastes, opinions, likes and dislikes were so completely in opposition to
her own as were his.
"'In fact, Mr. Bacon,' she is represented as having said, 'I do not think
there is one subject on earth upon which we could agree.'
"'I assure you, dear madam, that you are mistaken, which I can prove.'
"'If you will mention one, I will agree to marry you,' replied the lady.
"'Well, I will do it,' replied Mr. Bacon. 'Suppose now you and I were
travelling together; we arrive at a hotel which is crowded; there are only
two rooms not entirely occupied, in one of which there is a man, in the
other a woman: with which would you prefer to sleep?'
"The lady arose indignantly, and replied, 'With the woman, of course,
sir.'
"'So would I,' replied Mr. Bacon, triumphantly."
(My room had two beds in it, which suggested the above story.)