“What would she say to it?”
“Just what I do.”
“Well, we cannot ask her, for she 's not here.”
“She is here,—not two miles from where we are standing; not that it signifies much, for, of course, neither of us would do that.”
“Not plump out, certainly, in so many words.”
“Not in any way, Skeffy. It is because I look upon Dolly as my own dear sister, I would not suffer a word to be said that could offend her.”
“Offend her! Oh dear, how young you are in these things!”
“What is it, Jenny?” cried Tony to the servant-girl, who was shouting not very intelligibly, from a little knoll at a distance. “Oh, she 's saying that supper is ready, and the kippered salmon getting cold, as if any one cared!”
“Don't they care!” cried Skeffy. “Well, then, they have n't been inhaling this sea-breeze for an hour, as I have. Heaven grant that love has carried off your appetite, Tony, for I feel as if I could eat for six.”