"That is scarcely a fair question. I love my mother very much; but my father and I understand each other better than—"
"I see: it is so difficult to be understood. No one understands me."
"I think I do."
Lily shook her head with an energetic movement of dissent.
"At least as well as a man can understand a young lady."
"What sort of young lady is Miss Cecilia Travers?"
"Cecilia Travers! When and how did you ever hear that such a person existed?"
"That big London man whom they call Sir Thomas mentioned her name the day we dined at Braefieldville."
"I remember,—as having been at the Court ball."
"He said she was very handsome."