"I did not say that he was."
"Yes, you did; and it was the unkindest thing you could possibly say. It was meant to be unkind. It was monstrous. How would you like it if I said that Sir Damask was like a hair-dresser?"
"You can say so if you please. Sir Damask drives four in hand, rides as though he meant to break his neck every winter, is one of the best shots going, and is supposed to understand a yacht as well as any other gentleman out. And I'm rather afraid that before he was married he used to box with all the prize-fighters, and to be a little too free behind the scenes. If that makes a man like a hair-dresser, well, there he is."
"How proud you are of his vices."
"He's very good-natured, my dear, and as he does not interfere with me, I don't interfere with him. I hope you'll do as well. I dare say Mr. Brehgert is good-natured."
"He's an excellent man of business, and is making a very large fortune."
"And has five or six grown-up children, who, no doubt, will be a comfort."
"If I don't mind them, why need you? You have none at all, and you find it lonely enough."
"Not at all lonely. I have everything that I desire. How hard you are trying to be ill-natured, Georgiana."
"Why did you say that he was a—butcher?"