Nay, do not fancy I seek to accuse: my purpose is very different. My
mind is no less ardent than yours, though education and habit may have
given it a different turn. It glows with equal zeal to attain its end.
Where there is much warmth, much enthusiasm, I suspect there is much
danger. We had better never meet more, than meet to be miserable.
For heaven's sake, madam, do not torture me with so impossible a
supposition!
You expect one kind of happiness, I another. Can they coalesce? You
imagine you have a right to attend to your appetites, and pursue your
pleasures. I hope to see my husband forgetting himself, or rather
placing self-gratification in the pursuit of universal good, deaf to
the calls of passion, willing to encounter adversity, reproof, nay
death, the champion of truth, and the determined the unrelenting enemy
of error.