Mlle H. Have I ever offended you?
Man. No, indeed.
Mlle H. I have been vain enough to think, at times, that you had some friendly feeling for me.
Man. And so I have. It is but natural. Our fortunes and positions are the same, or nearly so. Both dependent on the caprices of those who employ us, both alone, friendless. This should create sympathy at least, if not friendship.
Mlle H. You would not fear, then, to tell me of my faults?
Man. Not if you desired it.
Mlle H. Indeed I do desire it.
Mlle H. But I only know of one.
Mlle H. Pray name it. Nay, I shall receive it as a kindness.
Mlle H. Well, then I think you admit and encourage somewhat too great a familiarity with the family in whose employment we are. Your motives may be, indeed, I'm sure they are, perfectly innocent; still they will not be so considered, for in this world, the unfortunate are always suspected.