“Did I what?”
“Cry!”
“Ernest, the minx's dresses were beautiful.”
“No doubt. But did you cry?”
“And mine were dirty; I don't care about gilt rags, but dirty dresses, ugh!”
“Tell me, then.”
“Tell you what?”
“Did you cry or not?”
“Ah! he wants to find out whether I am a fool, and despise me.”
“No, I think I should love you better. For hitherto I have seen no weakness in you, and it makes me uncomfortable.”