who can tell, but that I might teach ſomething as pleaſant to you, as reſolving a problem is to me.
Anahlt.
Woman herſelf is a problem.
Amelia.
And I’ll teach you to make her out.
Anahlt.
You teach?
Amelia.
Why not? none but a woman can teach the ſcience of herſelf: and though I own I am very young, a young woman may be as agreeable for a tutoreſs as an old one.—I am ſure I always learnt faſter from you than from the old clergyman who taught me before you came.
Anahlt.
This is nothing to the ſubjct.
Amelia.
What is the ſubject?
Anahlt.
——— Love.
Amelia [going up to him].
Come, then, teach it me—teach it me as you taught me geography, languages, and other important things.
Anahlt. [turning from her].
Pſhaw!
Amelia.
Ah! you won’t—You know you have already taught me that, and you won’t begin again.
Anahlt.
You miſconſtrue—you miſconceive every thing I ſay or do. The ſubject I came to you upon was marriage.
