"My dear girl, who has called Mr. Beauclerk a bad man?"
"You don't like him," says Miss Kavanagh, still more slowly, still with thoughtful eyes downcast.
"I like Mr. Dysart better if you mean that."
"No, I don't mean that. And, besides, that is no answer."
"Was there a question?"
"Yes. Why don't you like Mr. Beauclerk?"
"Have I said I didn't like him?"
"Not in so many words, but——Well, why don't you?"
"I don't know," rather lamely.
Miss Kavanagh laughs a little satirically, and Mrs. Monkton, objecting to mirth of that description, takes fire.