“But sometimes women do fret at such things:” replied Mrs. Horton, innocently.
Lord Elmwood asked Miss Milner—“If she meant to ride, this delightful day?”
While she was hesitating—
“There are different kinds of women,” (said Sandford, directing his discourse to Mrs. Horton;) “there is as much difference between some women, as between good and evil spirits.”
Lord Elmwood asked Miss Milner again—If she took an airing?
She replied, “No.”
“And beauty,” continued Sandford, “when endowed upon spirits that are evil, is a mark of their greater, their more extreme wickedness. Lucifer was the most beautiful of all the angels in Paradise”—
“How do you know?” said Miss Milner.
“But the beauty of Lucifer,” (continued Sandford, in perfect neglect and contempt of her question,) “was an aggravation of his guilt; because it shewed a double share of ingratitude to the Divine Creator of that beauty.”
“Now you talk of angels,” said Miss Milner, “I wish I had wings; and I should like to fly through the park this morning.”