"Oh, no! Mabel wouldn't dream of such a thing."
"Why not?"
"Oh! because—well, she's rather particular. She's not very great friends with anybody."
"Don't you like her?"
"Like her? Yes; everybody likes Mabel. That's not the reason at all. Somehow she's a little different from other people. You see, her grandfather is Bishop of Holcombe, and her uncle is Lord Ribchester."
"You mean, she gives herself airs?"
"Not in the least; she's not at all conceited. But she never cares about playing tricks, and having all kinds of jokes, like the rest of us."
"Then she's a prig!"
"No, she isn't. Wait till you've seen her; she's extremely nice. As I said before, she always seems different—just a trifle above everyone else, perhaps."
"Which dormitory is she in?"