Where, they asked, was such another young man to be found?
"Oh!" said Lady Blandish to Sir Austin, "if men could give their hands to women unsoiled--how different would many a marriage be! She will be a happy girl who calls Richard husband." "Happy, indeed!" was the baronet's caustic ejaculation.

"But where shall I meet one equal to him, and his match ?" "I was innocent when I was a girl," said the lady.
Sir Austin bowed a reserved opinion.
"Do you think no girls innocent ?" Sir Austin gallantly thought them all so.
"No, that you know they are not," said the lady, stamping.

"But they are more innocent than boys, I am sure." "Because of their education, madam.

You see now what a youth can be.

Perhaps, when my System is published, or rather--to speak more humbly--when it is practised, the balance may be restored, and we shall have virtuous young men." "It's too late for poor me to hope for a husband from one of them," said the lady, pouting and laughing.
"It is never too late for beauty to waken love," returned the baronet, and they trifled a little.