"I don't see that it's a bit fair. He's a snob," said Eames; "and I don't believe that I am." He had taken a glass or two of the earl's "severe Falernian," and was disposed to a more generous confidence, and perhaps also to stronger language, than might otherwise have been the case.
"No; I don't think he is a snob," said Crofts. "Had he been so, Mrs. Dale would have perceived it."
"You'll see," said Johnny, touching up the earl's horse with energy as he spoke. "You'll see. A man who gives himself airs is a snob; and he gives himself airs. And I don't believe he's a straightforward fellow. It was a bad day for us all when he came among them at Allington."
"I can't say that I see that."
"I do. But mind, I haven't spoken a word of this to any one. And I don't mean. What would be the good? I suppose she must marry him now?"
"Of course she must."
"And be wretched all her life. Oh-h-h-h!" and he muttered a deep groan. "I'll tell you what it is, Crofts. He is going to take the sweetest girl out of this country that ever was in it, and he don't deserve her."
"I don't think she can be compared to her sister," said Crofts slowly.
"What; not Lily?" said Eames, as though the proposition made by the doctor were one that could not hold water for a minute.
"I have always thought that Bell was the more admired of the two," said Crofts.