"Indeed I do not know you: and it has only this instant struck me, for the first time, that you must be Lord Byron, whom I have never seen."
"And you are Harriette Wilson."
We shook hands cordially.
"I know you hate me, Lord Byron," said I.
"On the contrary, upon my word, you inspired me with a very friendly disposition towards you at once. I was in the humour to quarrel with everybody, and yet I could not resist offering you my arm."
"You did not, I fear, believe in women's friendship and affection, towards men they could not love."
"Why could not you love me? Mind, I only ask from curiosity."
"It is a foolish question."
"I agree with you. Love comes on, we know not why nor wherefore, for certain objects, and for others never will come."