Vanity Working On A Weak Head, Produces

I Am Rather Impatient To Know The Fate Of My Best Gown.

I Declare After All There Is No Enjoyment Like Reading!

From All That I Can Collect By Your Manner Of Talking, You Must Be Two Of The Silliest Girls In The Country. I Have Suspected It Some Time, But I Am Now Convinced.

There Could Have Never Been Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison, No Countenances So Beloved. Now They Were As Strangers; Nay, Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted. It Was A Perpetual Estrangement.

Stupid Men Are The Only Ones Worth Knowing After All.