The things we do!

A perfectly honest woman, a woman who never flatters,
who never manages, who never cajoles, who never conceals, who never uses
her eyes, who never speculates on the effect which she produces, who
never is conscious of unspoken admiration, what a monster, I say, would
such a female be! Miss Hopkins, you have been a coquette since you were a
year old; you worked on your papa's friends in the nurse's arms by the
fascination of your lace frock and pretty new sash and shoes; when you
could just toddle, you practised your arts upon other children in the
square, poor little lambkins sporting among the daisies; and nunc in
ovilia, mox in reluctantes dracones, proceeding from the lambs to
reluctant dragoons, you tried your arts upon Captain Paget Tomkins, who
behaved so ill, and went to India without--without making those proposals
which of course you never expected. Your intimacy was with Emma. It has
cooled. Your sets are different. The Tomkins's are not quite etc. etc.
You believe Captain Tomkins married a Miss O'Grady, etc.


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