“I’m not so sure of that; it takes some time to rub off twenty-one years of the cabin.”
“She is not awkward—no, not a bit.”
“Except when she spills things over people, and breaks wine-glasses. You don’t think her pretty, surely?”
“Yes; very pretty, in an uncommon style.”
“A very uncommon style. What a mixture—French, English—reared in Ireland!”
“She has some curious ideas.”
“Dear me! I had no notion that she had any ideas at all.”
“Oh, yes; with regard to shooting, and idle young men, who won’t do a hand’s turn!”
“Nonsense! How amusing! You and she must have become delightfully confidential among the laurels! She is a frightful flirt; any one can see that with half an eye.”