Amelia — Volume 3 by Henry Fielding
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"It would be indeed so strange," cries the lady, "that you shall not persuade me it was ever the opinion of any man." "Perhaps not," cries the doctor; "and I believe you and I should not differ in our judgments of any person who maintained such an opinion-- What a taste must he have!" "A most contemptible one indeed," cries Mrs. Atkinson. "I am satisfied," cries the doctor. "And in the words of your own Horace, _Verbum non amplius addam_." "But how provoking is this," cries Mrs. Atkinson, "to draw one in such a manner! I protest I was so warm in the defence of my favourite Virgil, that I was not aware of your design; but all your triumph depends on a supposition that one should be so unfortunate as to meet with the silliest fellow in the world." "Not in the least," cries the doctor. "Doctor Bentley was not such a person; and yet he would have quarrelled, I am convinced, with any wife in the world, in behalf of one of his corrections. I don't suppose he would have given up his _Ingentia Fata_ to an angel." "But do you think," said she, "if I had loved him, I would have contended with him?" "Perhaps you might sometimes," said the doctor, "be of these sentiments; but you remember your own Virgil--_Varium et mutabile semper faemina_." |
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