Quex.
Phew! I should. [Warmly.] By Jove, I should!
Frayne.
I have conceived a great aversion to her—a long, scraggy gal.
Quex.
[With enthusiasm.] As full of courage as a thoroughbred!
Frayne.
[Closing his eyes.] I can picture her elbows; sharp, pointed elbows—the barbed fence of the spiteful woman.
Quex.
Pooh! yesterday she was alluring.