"Rossmoyne has a temper."
"And forty thousand a year."
"Not good enough."
"If you are waiting for an angel, you will wait forever. All men are——"
"Oh, Hermia! really, I can't listen to such naughty words, you know. I really wonder at you!"
"I wasn't going to say anything of the kind," says Hermia, with great haste, not seeing the laughter lurking in Olga's dark eyes. "I merely meant that——"
"Don't explain!—don't!" says Olga; "I couldn't endure any more of it." And she laughs aloud.
"Rossmoyne is very devoted to you. Is there anything against him, except his temper?"
"Yes, his beard. Nothing would induce me to marry a man with hair all over his face. It isn't clean."
"Give him five minutes and a razor, and he might do away with it."