I might answer, that it has been a great source of amusement and interest to me for several months, and that so far I am content: but no one writes a book without a hope of finding readers, and I shall find a few. Accident first made me an authoress; and not now, nor ever, have I written to flatter any prevailing fashion of the day for the sake of profit, though this is done, I know, by many who have less excuse for thus coining their brains. This little book was undertaken without a thought of fame or money: out of the fulness of my own heart and soul have I written it. In the pleasure it has given me, in the new and various views of human nature it has opened to me, in the beautiful and soothing images it has placed before me, in the exercise and improvement of my own faculties, I have already been repaid: if praise or profit come beside, they come as a surplus. I should be gratified and grateful, but I have not sought for them, nor worked for them. Do you believe this? MEDON. I do: in this I cannot suspect you of affectation, for the profession of disinterestedness is uncalled for, and the contrary would be too far countenanced by the custom of the day to be matter of reserve or reproach. But how could you (saving the reverence due to a lady-authoress, and speaking as one reasonable being to another) choose such a threadbare subject? ALDA. What do you mean? MEDON. I presume you have written a book to maintain the superiority of your sex over ours; for so I judge by the names at the heads of some of your chapters; women fit indeed to inlay heaven with stars, but, pardon me, very unlike those who at present walk upon this earth. ALDA. Very unlike the fine ladies of your acquaintance, I grant you; but as to maintaining the superiority, or speculating on the rights of women--nonsense! why should you suspect me of such folly?--it is quite out of date. Why should there be competition or comparison? MEDON. Both are ill-judged and odious; but did you ever meet with a woman of the world, who did not abuse most heartily the whole race of men? ALDA. Did you ever talk with a man of the world, who did not speak with levity or contempt of the whole human race of women? MEDON. Perhaps I might answer like Voltaire--"Helas ils pourraient bien avoir raison tous deux." But do you thence infer that both are good for nothing? ALDA. Thence I infer that the men of the world and the women of the world are neither of them--good for much. MEDON. And you have written a book to make them better? ALDA. Heaven forbid! else I were only fit for the next lunatic asylum. Vanity run mad never conceived such an impossible idea. MEDON. Then, in a few words, what is the subject, and what the object, of your book? ALDA.