_She._ How can I tell what took place in his heart? I only know my own. He may have repented somewhat, or he may not. As for following-- You do not know my husband. He is just, just, just. It was his one fault, I thought then. It took time for me to appreciate the worth of such a virtue. _He._ But what has that to do with following you? _She._ 'She has chosen,' he would reason. 'Let the event punish her; it is only right that she should suffer for her own act.' _He._ But is his justice never tempered by mercy? _She._ The highest mercy is to be just. To palliate is merely to postpone sentence. _He._ You are the first woman I ever met who would acknowledge that. _She._ Few women, I hope, have been taught by an experience so hard as mine. But how dolefully we are talking. Do say something amusing; we are at a ball. _He._ I might give you an epigram for the one with which you served me a moment ago, and retort that to be amusing is to be insincere. _She._ Then--for we came to be amused--why are we here? _He._ Manifestly because we prize insincerity. _She._ You are right. I came to get away from myself. One must do something, and even the dissipations of charity pall after a time. _He._ We seem to be in much the same frame of mind, and perhaps cannot do better than to stay where we are, consorting darkly, while the others take pains to amuse themselves. So we get through the evening, that is the main thing. _She._ You have forgotten to be as complimentary as you were half an hour since. _He._ Have I? And yet the greatest compliment a man can pay a woman is sincerity. _She._ If he does not love her, yes. _He._ Ah, then you agree with Tom Moore: "While he lies, his heart is yours; But oh! you've wholly lost the youth, The instant that he tells you truth!" _She._ Perhaps; but it is no matter, since we were not talking of love. _He._ But if we were? _She._ If we were we should undoubtedly say a great many foolish things and quite as many false ones. _He._ You are cynical. _She._ Oh, no. Cynicism is like a cravat, very becoming to a man if properly worn, but always setting ill upon a lady. _He._ Did you learn that, also, in Britany? It is a country of enlightenment. Would that my wife had gone there. _She._ Or her husband! _He._ You are keen. Her husband learned bitter truths enough by staying at home. I am evidently your complement; for I had a wedding-ring sent back to me. _She._ And why?