"About Harry Brett."
Dolly looked at him in surprise and drew herself up a little stiffly. "What about him?"
"I do not mean to be rude, nor inquisitive, nor anything of the sort—so I think I had better turn the conversation."
"But you do not. You are waiting for me to say something. Do you think I am afraid? Do you think I am like all the girls you meet and dance with, and repeat your pretty speeches to?"
"Repeat is graceful," said Vanbrugh, "considerate—so kind of you."
"I do not feel kind," answered Dolly emphatically, "and I am not at all afraid of telling the truth."
"Considering your interest in Sunday schools that is what I should expect."
"I am just as fond of dancing and enjoying myself as any one else," said Dolly, relenting, "though I do take an interest in Sunday schools."
"Fashionable charities and dissipations, as Brett calls them—I see."
"Do not see in that tone of voice, please—if what you see has anything to do with me."