Paraphrase

Julia:  But I wish I had read the letter.  Now it would be improper to ask Lucetta to return and beg her to show me the letter for which I scolded her.  What kind of simpleton is she that knows I am a woman and didn’t make me read the letter against my will, when women, from a sense of pride, reply  ‘no’ to that which they want interpreted as ‘yes’.  Oh for shame. How changeable is this silly affection, which like an irritable child, will hurt the one who nourishes it and after a short time give affection to the stick that would punish it.  How rudely I drove Lucetta away with harsh words when I would have volunteered to have her stay.  How like a grouch I instructed my forehead to fold in lines of severity when secret happiness forced my heart to grin contently.  My punishment, to erase my sin, is to bid Lucetta to return and ask forgiveness for the stupidity I showed earlier.  Yoo hoo, Lucetta.