Carlotta is nature; Dora isn't even art.

Why, in the name of men and angels, should I marry Dora?
And why (save to call herself Lady Ordeyne) should she want to marry me?
I have not trifled with her virgin affections; and that she is nourishing a romantic passion for me of spontaneous growth I decline to believe.

For aught I care she can be as inconsolable as Calypso.

It will do her good.

She can write a little story about it in _The Sirens' Magazine_.
I am shocked.