"There are hundreds of them," said Dorothy. "And of course it can't be helped."
"Such as Arabella French," said he, laughing.
"Well,—yes; if she is one. It is very easy to see the difference. Some people are of use and are always doing things. There are others, generally women, who have nothing to do, but who can't be got rid of. It is a melancholy sort of feeling."
"You at least are not one of them."
"I didn't mean to complain about myself," she said. "I have got a great deal to make me happy."
"I don't suppose you regard yourself as an Arabella French," said he.
"How angry Miss French would be if she heard you. She considers herself to be one of the reigning beauties of Exeter."
"She has had a very long reign, and dominion of that sort to be successful ought to be short."
"That is spiteful, Mr. Burgess."
"I don't feel spiteful against her, poor woman. I own I do not love Camilla. Not that I begrudge Camilla her present prosperity."