“You observe, very well,” said Mrs. Towers:  “but people will be apt to think, that you have less reason than any of our sex, to be severe against such a notion:  for who was a greater rake than a certain gentleman, and who is a better husband?”

“Madam,” replied I, “the gentleman you mean, never was a common town rake:  he is a man of sense, and fine understanding:  and his reformation, secondarily, as I may say, has been the natural effect of those extraordinary qualities.  But also, I will presume to say, that that gentleman, as he has not many equals in the nobleness of his nature, so he is not likely, I doubt, to have many followers, in a reformation begun in the bloom of youth, upon self-conviction, and altogether, humanly speaking, spontaneous.  Those ladies who would plead his example, in support of this pernicious notion, should find out the same generous qualities in the man, before they trust to it:  and it will then do less harm; though even then, I could not wish it to be generally entertained.”

“It is really unaccountable,” said Mrs. Towers, “after all, as Mrs. B., I remember, said on another occasion, that our sex should not as much insist upon virtue and sobriety, in the character of a man, as a man, be he ever such a rake, does in that of a lady.  And ’tis certainly a great encouragement to libertinism, that a worn-out debauchee should think himself at any time good enough for a husband, and have the confidence to imagine, that a modest woman will accept of his address, with a_ preference_ of him to any other.”

“I can account for it but one way,” said the dean:  “and that is, that a modest woman is apt to be diffident of her own merit and understanding and she thinks this diffidence an imperfection.  A rake never is troubled with it:  so he has in perfection a quality she thinks she wants; and, knowing too little of the world, imagines she mends the matter by accepting of one who knows_ too much_.”

“That’s well observed, Mr. Dean,” said Mrs. Towers:  “but there is another fault in our sex, which Mrs. B. has not touched upon; and that is, the foolish vanity some women have, in the hopes of reforming a wild fellow; and that they shall be able to do more than any of their sex before them could do:  a vanity that often costs them dear, as I know in more than one instance.”

“Another weakness,” said I, “might be produced against some of our sex, who join too readily to droll upon, and sneer at, the misfortune of any poor young creature, who has shewn too little regard for her honour:  and who (instead of speaking of it with concern, and inveighing against the seducer) too lightly sport with the unhappy person’s fall; industriously spread the knowledge of it—­” [I would not look upon Miss Sutton, while I spoke this], “and avoid her, as one infected; and yet scruple not to admit into their company the vile aggressor; and even to smile with him, at his barbarous jests, upon the poor sufferer of their own sex.”