Doth she not, I ask your honesty, far more resemble a nose-pinched puritan than a loyal maiden ?' Thus amongst the apple-blossoms talked Amanda Serafina.
'Prithee, be not too severe with my cousin, Amanda,' pleaded Scudamore.
'She is much too sober to please my fancy, but wherefore should I for that hate her?
And if she hath something the look of a long-faced fanatic, thou must think, she hath but now, as it were, lost her mother.' 'But now! And I never knew mine! Ah, Rowland, how lonely is the world!' 'Lovely Amanda!' said Rowland.
So they passed from the orchard and parted, fearful of being missed.
How should such a pair do, but after its kind?
Life was dull without love-making, so they made it.

And the more they made, the more they wanted to make, until casual encounters would no longer serve their turn..