“I cannot undertake to share your prejudices, Mr. Arthur.”
“Then you actually like him.”
“I don't dislike him.”
“Then I pity your taste, that is all.”
“Mr. Talboys has many good qualities; and if he was what you describe him, Uncle Fountain would not prize him as he does.”
“There is something in that, Lucy; but I think my guardian and you are mad upon just that one point. Talboys is a fool and a snob.”
“Arthur,” said Lucy, severely, “if you speak so of my uncle's friends, you and I shall quarrel.”
“You won't quarrel just now, if you can help it.”
“Won't I, though? Why not, pray?”
“Because your skein is not wound yet.”