"I did, by Jove. Didn't you?" said Tom, well pleased to return to the subject.
"Yes," said Agnes, looking down at her spoon—"Yes, I admired her; that is, her features are very regular; she's what I call extremely handsome; but there are prettier girls."
"Here do you mean?"
"Yes—here."
"And who are they?"
"Well, I don't say here now; but I do think those Miss Dartmores, for instance, who were here last year, and who used to wear those blue dresses, were decidedly prettier. The heroine of Malory, whom you have fallen in love with, seems to me to want animation."
"Why, she couldn't show a great deal of animation over the Litany," said Tom.
"I did not see her then; I happened to be praying myself during the Litany," said Miss Agnes, recollecting herself.
"It's more than I was," said Tom.
"You ought not to talk that way, Mr. Sedley. It isn't nice. I wonder you can," said Miss Charity.