'I'm glad of that,' said Dolly, smiling. 'How nice it must be for you to have him so near.'
'He always takes ladies to see his rooms,' Raban continued. 'He is a great favourite with them, and gives tea-parties.'
'A great favourite!' said Dolly, warmly. 'Of course one likes people who are kind and good and clever and true and nice.'
'Who are, in short, an addition sum, made up of equal portions of all the cardinal virtues,' said Raban.
He was ashamed of himself, and yet he did not care to hear Henley's praises from Dolly. It seemed to him dishonest to acquiesce.
Dolly stopped for half a second and looked at him.
Dorothea was a tall woman and their eyes were on a line, and their looks met. My heroine was at no pains to disguise the meaning of her indignant glances. 'How can you be so ungenerous?' she said, as plainly as if she had spoken.
Frank answered her silence in words.
'No, I don't like him,' he said, 'and he don't like me; and I don't care to pretend to better feelings than I really have. We are civil enough, and pull very well together. I beg your pardon. I own he deserves to succeed,' said the young man. 'There, Miss Vanborough, this is our garden, where we refresh ourselves with cigars and beer after our arduous studies.'
Dolly was still too much vexed to express her admiration.