“I will confess,” said Wilhelm, “that, in coming hither, I had no small anger in my heart against you; that I proposed to censure with severity your conduct to Aurelia.”
“It was really censurable,” said Lothario: “I should not have exchanged my friendship for her with the sentiment of love; I should not, in place of the respect which she deserved, have intruded an attachment she was neither calculated to excite nor to maintain. Alas! she was not lovely when she loved,—the greatest misery that can befall a woman.”
“Well, it is past!” said Wilhelm. “We cannot always shun the things we blame; in spite of us, our feelings and our actions sometimes strangely swerve from their natural and right direction; yet there are certain duties which we never should lose sight of. Peace be to the ashes o
