‘No, no, when young ladies despise, they use a precision that says, “‘Tis myself I care for, and not you.”’
‘What an observer!’ cried Lucy. ‘Now then, interpret my dress to-night!’
‘How can you, Lucy!’ muttered the scandalized Sophy.
‘Well, Sophy, as you will have him to torment with philosophy this whole evening, I think you might give him a little respite,’ said Lucy, good-humouredly. ‘I want to know what my dress reveals to him!’ and drawing up her head, where two coral pins contrasted with her dark braids, and spreading out her full white skirts and cerise trimmings, she threw her figure into an attitude, and darted a merry challenge from her lively black eyes, while Ulick availed himself of the permission to look critically, and Sophy sank back disgusted.
‘Miss Kendal can, when she is inclined, produce as much effect with her beams of the second order as with all her splendours displayed.’
‘Stuff,’ said Lucy.
‘Stuff indeed,’ more sincerely murmured Sophy.
‘Say something in earnest,’ said Lucy. ‘You professed to tell what I thought of the people.’
‘I hope you’ll never put on such new white gloves where I’m the party chiefly concerned.’
‘What do you mean?’