A woman in the depths of despair proves so persuasive that she wrenches the forgiveness lurking deep in the heart of her lover. This is all the more true when that woman is young, pretty, and so decollete as to emerge from the neck of her gown in the costume of Eve.
Priests, magistrates and ladies never quite take off their gowns.
Materialism and spirituality are two pretty racquets with which charlatans in cap and gown make the same ball fly.