I grow tiresome because I preach of duty.

Marry, it is in truth a tiresome topic." "How duty?
Of what do you talk ?" And a flush of incipient anger spread now on her fair cheek.
"I will be clearer," said he imperturbably.

"This lad is your betrothed.
He is at heart a good lad, an honourable and honest lad--at times haply over-honest and over-honourable; but let that be.

To please a whim, a caprice, you set yourself to flout him, as is the way of your sex when you behold a man your utter slave.

From this--being all unversed in the obliquity of woman--he conceives, poor boy, that he no longer finds favour in your eyes, and to win back this, the only thing that in the world he values, he behaves foolishly.