From Barchester Towers, by Anthony Trollope
NNEDLESS TO SAY
"It is needless to say that the signora was not very sincere in her offer. She was never sincere on such subjects. She never expected others to be so, nor did she expect others to think her so. Such matters were her playthings, her billiard table, her hounds and hunters, her waltzes and polkas, her picnics and summer-day excursions. She had little else to amuse her, and therefore played at love-making in all its forms. She was now playing at it with Mr. Arabin, and did not at all expect the earnestness and truth of his answer."
From Chapter XXXVIII, The Bishop Sits Down to Breakfast, and the Dean Dies
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