“Not in this case.”
“And I say it is. We’ll change the subject. Goody-goody girls don’t interest me in the least. What’s the other like?”
“Like you.”
“Like me!”—in surprise. “Then she’s pretty, too?”
“No. On the whole she is plain.”
“You wretch! I protest she is not in the least like me!”
“And I tell you she is.”
“But how?”
“In manner and ways.”
“My dear Lawrence, you are talking nonsense. Do you mean to tell me that after my Parisian education, and presentation in London, and year of travel, and the gayeties of India, I resemble a little, countrified Irish girl?”