"No; I wouldn't have her laugh; but neither would I have her cry. And she's quite right to wear weeds; but she needn't be so very outrageous in the depth of her hems, or so very careful that her caps are becoming. Her eyes will be worn out by their double service. They are always red with weeping, and yet she is ready every minute with a full battery of execution for any man that she sees."

"No; but she needn't be so outrageous in wearing her mourning, or so very careful that her widow's caps are becoming. Her eyes are always red with weeping, and yet she is ready to flutter her eyelids at any man she sees."
