You are cynical beyond anything men can pretend to; you scoff at every suggestion of idealism.

I suppose it is that which makes us feel the conversation of most women of refinement so intolerably full of hypocrisies.

Having cast away all faith, you cannot dispense with the show of it; the traditions of your sex must be supported.

You laugh in your sleeves at the very things which are supposed to constitute your claims to worship; you are worldly to the core.

Men are very Quixotes compared with you; even if they put on cynicism for show, they are ashamed of it within themselves.