"We're all in the same boat," Biddy repeated with cheerful zeal.
"Not me, if you please!" Lady Agnes replied. "It's horrid messy work, your modelling."
"Ah but look at the results!" said the girl eagerly—glancing about at the monuments in the garden as if in regard even to them she were, through that unity of art her brother had just proclaimed, in some degree an effective cause.
"There's a great deal being done here—a real vitality," Nicholas Dormer went on to his mother in the same reasonable informing way. "Some of these fellows go very far."
"They do indeed!" said Lady Agnes.
"I'm fond of young schools—like this movement in sculpture," Nick insisted with his slightly provoking serenity.
"They're old enough to know better!"
"Mayn't I look, mamma? It is necessary to my development," Biddy declared.
"You may do as you like," said Lady Agnes with dignity.
"She ought to see good work, you know," the young man went on.