Have not you yourself observed how suddenly she cooled towards the poor young fellow you chose for her, when she got the idea into her head that she was going to become a beauty whom the world would envy and adore?
Before very much longer she will have her times of _ennui_, of passionate desire; the claims of nature will assert themselves.

Then will come moments of bitterness and self-forgetfulness, when she will readily listen to evil counsellors.

And who shall save a damsel from falling who herself wishes to fall ?" "I don't believe it, sir.

I don't believe what you say.

I feel you have spoken the truth, and still I deny it.