He quitted Corinne’s house along with Lord Nelville, and said to him on their way home, “allow, my dear Oswald, that I may lay claim to some merit for not having paid my court to so charming a lady.”  “But,” observed Nelville, “it seems, according to general opinion, that she is not easy to please in that respect.”  “It is said so,” replied the Count, “but I can hardly believe it.  A single woman of independent means who leads nearly the life of an artist ought not to be so difficult to captivate.”  Lord Nelville was wounded by this reflection.  The Count, whether he did not perceive it, or whether he wished to pursue the train of his own ideas, continued thus: 

“I do not mean to say, however, that if I entertained much faith in a lady’s virtue, I might not as readily believe in that of Corinne as in that of any other.  She has certainly a thousand times more expression in her look, and vivacity in her arguments than would be necessary in your country, or even in ours, to excite suspicion of the rigidness of a lady’s virtue; but she is a person of so superior a mind, such profound knowledge, and such fine tact, that the ordinary rules by which we judge a woman cannot apply to her.  In fact, would you believe it, notwithstanding the openness of her disposition, and the freedom of her conversation, she really imposes reserve upon me.  It was my wish, yesterday, with all due respect to her predilection for you, to say a few words, at random, upon my own account:  they were words that take their chance; if they are heard, well and good; if not, well and good still; and do you know Corinne gave me such cold looks that I was quite disconcerted.  It is, however, singular that one should feel any timidity in the company of an Italian, a poet, an artist, every thing, in short, that ought to produce quite a contrary effect.”  “Her name is unknown,” observed Nelville, “but her manners would make one believe that her birth is illustrious.”  “Ah! it is in romances,” said the Count, “that we see the finest part of a character concealed, but in real life people are more disposed to exhibit all that is most honourable in their life, and even a little more than all.”  “Yes,” interrupted Oswald, “in some societies where people think of nothing but the effect they can produce upon one another; but in one whose existence is internal there may be mysteries in circumstances, as there are secrets in thought, and he only who would espouse Corinne might be able to know them.”  “Espouse Corinne!” interrupted the Count, bursting out laughing, “truly that idea never occurred to me!  Take my advice, my dear Nelville, if you wish to do foolish things let them be such as will admit of reparation; but as for marriage, you must always consider propriety.  I appear frivolous in your eyes, nevertheless I wager that in the conduct of life I shall be more reasonable than you.”  “I believe so too,” answered Lord Nelville, and said not another word.