You are sure of your impression, my dear Jane ?' 'Perfectly,' said Miss Mattock.
Patrick leaned to her.

'But if the idea in the mind of the person supposed to be writing the letter is accurately expressed?
Does it matter, if we call it jesuitical, if the emotion at work behind it happens to be a trifle so, according to your definition ?' She rejoined: 'I should say, distinctly it matters.' 'Then you'd not express the emotions at all ?' He flashed a comical look of astonishment as he spoke.

She was not to be diverted; she settled into antagonism.
'I should write what I felt.' 'But it might be like discharging a bullet.' 'How ?' 'If your writing in that way wounded the receiver.' 'Of course I should endeavour not to wound!' 'And there the bit of jesuitry begins.

And it's innocent while it 's no worse than an effort to do a disagreeable thing as delicately as you can.' She shrugged as delicately as she could: 'We cannot possibly please everybody in life.' 'No: only we may spare them a shock: mayn't we ?' 'Sophistries of any description, I detest.' 'But sometimes you smile to please, don't you ?' 'Do you detect falseness in that ?' she answered, after the demurest of pauses.
'No: but isn't there a soupcon of sophistry in it ?' 'I should say that it comes under the title of common civility.' 'And on occasion a little extra civility is permitted!' 'Perhaps: when we are not seeking a personal advantage.' 'On behalf of the Steam Laundry ?' Miss Mattock grew restless: she was too serious in defending her position to submit to laugh, and his goodhumoured face forbade her taking offence.
'Well, perhaps, for that is in the interest of others.' 'In the interests of poor and helpless females.

And I agree with you with all my heart.