This is one reason.
-- A woman of sense ought to be above flattering any man,--said the Model.
[My reflection.

Oh! oh! no wonder you did n't get married.

Served you right.] My remark.

Surely, Madam,--if you mean by flattery telling people boldly to their faces that they are this or that, which they are not.

But a woman who does not carry about with her wherever she goes a halo of good feeling and desire to make everybody contented,--an atmosphere of grace, mercy, and peace, of at least six feet radius, which wraps every human being upon whom she voluntarily bestows her presence, and so flatters him with the comfortable thought that she is rather glad he is alive than otherwise, isn't worth the trouble of talking to, as a woman; she may do well enough to hold discussions with.
-- I don't think the Model exactly liked this.