“I don’t remember; yes, I did once, a long time ago.”
“And wasn’t she very resigned in it?”
“Well, I declare I believe she was; and it’s very proper too; people ought to be resigned.”
“Oh, of course. And now doesn’t she love a convert and hate a Puseyite?”
“All Irish clergyman’s daughters do that.”
“Well, Fanny, you can’t say but that it was a good portrait; and after that, will you pretend to say you call Miss O’Joscelyn your friend?”
“Not my very friend of friends; but, as friends go, she’s as good as most others.”
“And who is the friend of friends, Fanny?”
“Come, you’re not my father confessor. I’m not to tell you all. If I told you that, you’d make another portrait.”
“I’m sure I couldn’t draw a disparaging picture of anybody you would really call your friend. But indeed I pity you, living among so many such people. There can be nobody here who understands you.”