“ ‘Why then do you hide such beautiful things?’ added he, kissing them. ‘Come, ha’ done. Do you know that you are mad? You are become intolerably impudent. Mr. Moralist, resume the conversation which you began.’

“ ‘Well then,’ said Amisadar, ‘I would be glad to find in my mistress a good figure, good sense, good sentiments, and decency above all. I would have her approve my attendance; not deceive me by looks; make me thoroughly sensible, once at least, that I am agreeable to her; and even inform me how I may become still more so; not conceal from me the progress I make in her heart; give ear to none but me, have no eyes but for me; neither think, nor even dream, but of me; love but me; busy herself about nothing but me; do nothing but what may tend to convince me of all this: and at length yielding herself up to my transports, let me plainly perceive that I owe everything to my love and to hers. Oh, what a triumph, madam! And how happy is the man who possesses such a woman!’