"I say," he said, "I don't much care for that fellow Comfrey. Pamela doesn't like him particularly, does she?"
"I don't know," said Judith. "I don't."
"You don't? Why?"
"I don't know why," said Judith, "but I don't," which was a thoroughly Judithian speech.
"Strikes me as rather a pushing sort of fellow," said Horsham. "I shouldn't have thought Pamela would have taken up with a fellow like that."
"How high is that tower?" asked Judith. They were sitting on the lawn in view of the Castle, looming above them.
Horsham told her. She seemed really to want to know. He thought rather sadly that Pamela had not really wanted to know how far it was from Hayslope to Pershore. Judith was sometimes more interesting to talk to than Pamela, or at least she was sometimes more easy to talk to. But perhaps that was because she was not so clever as Pamela. He knew he wasn't. But he had a good brain and was improving it all the time. He told Judith something about the course of study he was pursuing at Oxford, but she was disappointing about that. "I hate learning things," she said; "at least I hate sitting down to learn something. I like finding things out for myself."
"Well; that's the only way of finding them out, isn't it?—real stiff things, I mean."
"I don't know. Perhaps it is. When did Napoleon die?"