'Pity is akin to love.' 'Well, and let us put that question to Miss Gilchrist.

It is for her to decide, and for us to bow to the decision.

Is pity, Miss Flora, or is admiration, nearest love ?' 'Oh come,' said I, 'let us be more concrete.

Lay before the lady a complete case: describe your man, then I'll describe _mine_, and Miss Flora shall decide.' 'I think I see your meaning,' said he, 'and I'll try.

You think that pity--and the kindred sentiments--have the greatest power upon the heart.
I think more nobly of women.