Oh! oh! oh! Bless her! Bless her! If ever there was a good woman in the world, that is one.
She was not born a lady, I am afraid; but that is nothing: she was born a woman, and I mean to make her acquaintance, and take her for my example in all things.

No, dear papa, women are not so pitiful to women without cause.

She is almost a stranger, yet she cried for me.

Can you be harder to me than she is?
No; pity your poor girl, who will lose her health, and perhaps her life.

Pity poor Charles, stung by an anonymous viper, and laid on a bed of sickness for me.