“At any rate, we cannot depend on being happy,” said I, “as long as our happiness is founded on anything in this world.”
“Ah! there I agree with you,” said she, sighing profoundly; “there’s no trusting to anything, or any one, whether servant, friend, or husband—you find them all out at last.”
She fixed her eyes on mine.
“My lot,” said I, “was, I know, a favoured one; but I never found out anything of Mr. Cheerlove, but that he was a great deal better and wiser than myself.”
She raised her eyebrows a little.
“Some think that all men are superior to all women,” said she, rocking the baby to and fro, “but I can’t subscribe to that opinion. I think we have our rights and our feelings as well as our duties; and our rights and our feelings have some little claim to attention. When a man makes invidious remarks—”
“Or a woman either,” said I, laughing a little.
“—Which are felt to be meant for personal application,” pursued she, “one’s spirit rises.”
“Certainly, it is best to speak out,” said I, “or else be silent.”