“How do you know a bore is a pleasure to Mr. Dodd?”
“Mr. Dodd is a new acquaintance of yours, aunt, but I have had opportunities of observing his character, and I assure you all this pity is wasted.”
“Why, Lucy, what did you say to Arthur just now. You are contradicting yourself.”
“What a love of opposition I must have. Are you not tired of in-doors? Shall we go into the village?”
“No; I exhausted the village yesterday.”
“The garden?”
“No.”
“Well, then, suppose we sketch the church together. There is a good light.”
“No. Let us go on the downs, Lucy.”
“Why, aunt, it—it is a long walk.”