"So like you, George."
"Is he?"
"Only you know, less,—less,—less, what shall I say?—less good-natured, perhaps."
"I know what you mean. He is not such a fool as I am."
"You're not a fool at all, George; but sometimes you are weak. He looks to be strong. Is she like him?"
"Very like him."
"Then she must be handsome."
"Handsome; I should think she is too!" said George, quite forgetting the description of his cousin which he had given some days previously to Mrs. Morton.
She smiled, but took no notice aloud of his blunder. She knew him so well that she understood it all. "Yes," she went on; "he came here and said some bitter things. He said more, perhaps, than he ought to have done."
"About me, Lucy?"