Frances Burney,
Cecilia — Book 8/Chapter vi: A CONTEST
(1782)
“ And you, pure as you are of mind, and steadfast in principle, what would your chance be of happiness with a man who never erring till he knew you, could never look at you without regret, be his fondness what it might?""Oh madam," cried the greatly shocked Cecilia, "let him, then, see me no more!—take, take him all to yourself! forgive, console him! I will not have the misery of involving him in repentance, nor of incurring the reproaches of the mother he so much reverences!""Exalted creature!" cried Mrs Delvile; "tenderness such as this would confer honour upon a monarch." ”
