“I don’t see why,” muttered Clementina. “Who did that Mr. Collins come to see?”
“Miss Polly, he said.”
“Did she ask him?”
“Is he her beau?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know very much, do you?”
“I don’t know much about beaux and I don’t want to!”
“Why don’t you want to?”
“Because I don’t! I should if it wasn’t for that.”