"I only think so,
somehow."
"Well, but you must have a reason. May I respectfully inquire whether
more men have jilted you than you have jilted?"
'You may inquire as respectfully as you like; but I shan't tell you."
"That is right, Miss Dover," said Severne; "don't you put up with his
nonsense. He knows nothing about it: women are angels, compared with men.
The wonder is, how they can waste so much truth and constancy and beauty
upon the foul sex. To my mind, there is only one thing we beat you in; we
do stick by each other rather better than you do. You are truer to us. We
are a little truer to each other."
"Not a little," suggested Vizard, dryly.
"For my part," said Zoe, blushing pink at her boldness in advancing an
opinion on so large a matter, "I think these comparisons are rather
narrow-minded. What have we to do with bad people, male or female? A good
man is good, and a good woman is good. Still, I do think that women have
greater hearts to love, and men, perhaps, greater hearts for friendship:"
then, blushing roseate, "even in the short time we have been here we have
seen two gentlemen give up pleasure for self-denying friendship.
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