'I know what it is, he's very good-looking,' said Anne.
'Do you think he cares for me?'
'No, I don't.'
'Oh, Anne!'
'I think, perhaps, he will, in time—in a way.'
'Do you think if I were very careful not to show I liked him it would be better?'
'No, there's only one chance for you.'
'What is it?'
'Keep on hammering.'
'Indeed I shan't! I never heard of such a thing. I suppose you think there's somebody else?' said Hyacinth, sitting up angrily.