EMILIA.
Let us then look for the cat and beat her.
CHARLES.
And why? The cat cannot help it, it is its nature to catch birds and mice; you would correct her for following an instinct which renders her a useful domestic. If you had beat her the very moment after the accident, it might have restrained her in future; but by this time she has forgot it, and consequently it would be cruel. You cannot get your bird again by indulging a spirit of revenge; you must console yourself.
EMILIA.
I am almost inconsolable—I wish there were no cats in the world.
CHARLES.
That wish is wrong, sister. God knew best when he created them. We should find the rats and mice very troublesome and mischievous; but for the assistance of a cat, how should we preserve our grain?
EMILIA.
I shall never forget my sweet little bird.