Vanity Working On A Weak Head, Produces

She Is Probably By This Time As Tired Of Me, As I Am Of Her; But As She Is Too Polite And I Am Too Civil To Say So, Our Letters Are Still As Frequent And Affectionate As Ever, And Our Attachment As Firm And Sincere As When It First Commenced.

Oh!” Said She, “i Heard You Before, But I Could Not Immediately Determine What To Say In Reply. You Wanted Me, I Know, To Say ‘yes,’ That You Might Have The Pleasure Of Despising My Taste; But I Always Delight In Overthrowing Those Kind Of Schemes, And Cheating A Person Of Their Premeditated Contempt. I Have, Therefore Made Up My Mind To Tell You, That I Do Not Want To Dance A Reel At All--and Now Despise Me If You Dare.” “indeed I Do Not Dare.

I Have No Pretensions Whatever To That Kind Of Elegance Which Consists In Tormenting A Respectable Man.

But People Themselves Alter So Much, That There Is Something New To Be Observed In Them For Ever.

It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us. Women Fancy Admiration Means More Than It Does. And Men Take Care That They Should.