“ ‘Then it must be Zumpholo?’

“ ‘Less still, I have ceased seeing him, I can’t tell how, without thinking about it.’

“ ‘Ah! I have it, ’tis young Imola?’

“ ‘Good, who can fix such fribbles?’

“ ‘What is it then?’

“ ‘I can’t tell, I am angry with the whole earth?’

“ ‘Ah! Madam, you are in the wrong; for this earth, at which you are angry, might furnish you wherewithal to repair your losses.’

“ ‘Then, Amisadar, you sincerely believe that there are still some good souls, who have escaped from the corruption of the age, and are capable of love?’

“ ‘How, love! Is it possible that you give into those pitiful notions? you expect to be loved, you?’