“I am as sensible of the impending danger, as you can be,” answered Sophia, with an air of indifference; “but how to shun it? For you will agree with me, that there is no likelyhood that your wish will be accomplish’d.”

“Contrive an expedient then,” replied Zelida: “Oh!” said Sophia, “I am tired of rummaging my brain, I can find none.⁠—To bury one’s self in a country seat, is one way; but to abandon the pleasures of Banza, and renounce life, is what I will never do. I perceive that my Toy will never approve it.”

“What is to be done then?”

“What! to leave all to providence, and laugh, as I do, at what the world will say. I have tried all shifts to reconcile reputation with pleasures: but since it is decreed that we must renounce reputation, let us at least preserve pleasures. We were uniques: but now, my dear, we shall be like a hundred thousand others; do you look on this as a hard fate?”