Perhaps I can help you." After a long pause she began her pathetic story: "I cannot blind myself to the truth.

It is because I cannot stop thinking of him.

The creatures that infest this court are but foils to show me that he is a man, even though he be a bad one, while they are mere imitations.

I have often heard you say bitingly that women do not hate wickedness in men as they should--" "I fear it is true," I interrupted dolefully.
"I suppose it is," she continued.

"And one might go further and say that no woman ever loved a man only because he was good.