‘I never read love scenes,’ said Henrietta Temple.
‘Oh, I love a love story,’ said Miss Grandison, smiling, ‘if it be natural and tender, and touch my heart. When I read such scenes, I weep.’
‘Ah, my sweet Katherine, you are soft-hearted.’
‘And you, Henrietta, what are you?’
‘Hard-hearted. The most callous of mortals.’
‘Oh, what would Lord Montfort say?’
‘Lord Montfort knows it. We never have love scenes.’
‘And yet you love him?’
‘Dearly; I love and esteem him.’
‘Well,’ said Miss Grandison, ‘I may be wrong, but if I were a man I do not think I should like the lady of my love to esteem me.’