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Rh "I would rather interest," replied Lady Marchmont. "Shades of the grand Cyrus! that voluminous tome I used to read so devotedly,—your empire is utterly departed from me!" exclaimed her ladyship: "I have long since left romance behind— now I look upon my lover as I do my dinner, a thing very agreeable and very necessary, but requiring perpetual change." "What a simile!" cried Henrietta, with uplifted hands and eyes. "Believe me, my dear," returned the other "love is a mixture of vanity and credulity. Now, these are two qualities that I sedulously cultivate; they conduce to our chief enjoyments." "My definition of love," said the young countess, with a faint sigh, "would be very different to yours."