'Well, and let us put that question to Miss Gilchrist. It is for her to decide, and for us to bow to the decision. Is pity, Miss Flora, or is admiration, nearest love?'
'Oh come,' said I, 'let us be more concrete. Lay before the lady a complete case: describe your man, then I'll describe MINE, and Miss Flora shall decide.'
'I think I see your meaning,' said he, 'and I'll try. You think that pity--and the kindred sentiments--have the greatest power upon the heart. I think more nobly of women. To my view, the man they love will first of all command their respect; he will be steadfast- -proud, if you please; dry, possibly--but of all things steadfast. They will look at him in doubt; at last they will see that stern face which he presents to all the rest of the world soften to them alone. Fi
