of their sex ought to stand above us and force us from them, forget their dignity and sue and follow us, it is not in man's nature to resist. Is it in woman's?" he continued smiling archly.
"I blame you not," she replied; "but I pity her. Yet wherefore not shew her some little kindness!" "A look, a word would bring her back to me. She misrepresents every thing: she deceives herself." "Love is ever apt to do so." "Oh! my adored Calantha, look not thus on me. You are not like this wretched girl: there is nothing feminine, or soft, or attractive in her; in you there is every charm." "You loved her once," said Calantha. "It was passion, phrenzy, it was not love—not what I feel for my Calantha." "As you regard me, be kind to her." "I was very kind once, was I not?" "Oh not in that manner—not so." "How then my soul? explain yourself; you shall instruct me." "Counsel her to repent." "From the
