It seemed sort of--of--cheap, unworthy of you, to care to flirt with a man like that." Margaret's expression became strange indeed.

"I am not flirting with him," she said gravely.

"I'm going to marry him." Lucia was too amazed to speak, was so profoundly shocked that her usually rosy cheeks grew almost pale.
"Yes, I shall marry him," repeated Margaret slowly.
"But you don't love him!" cried Lucia.
"I dislike him," replied Margaret.

After a pause she added: "When a woman makes up her mind to marry a man, willy-nilly, she begins to hate him.

It's a case of hunter and hunted.