"I have scarcely seen it yet."
"You must have a first impression; what is it?"
"Really, Tony, you needn't have awakened me and gone to the trouble of a ladder, and an open window, and a sponge, for the sake of hearing my first impressions."
"That's neither here nor there," answered Antonia. "What do you think of the Towers?"
"Oh, it's well enough; it seems to be a very old place."
"Didn't it strike you that the rooms were musty?"
"Well, yes; now that you mention it, I thought they were decidedly musty."
"It will be impossible," said Antonia, "for you to turn the Towers into a proper Moresque or Libertyesque house."
"I thought you liked the place; you seemed so delighted with the briars."
"The briars are well enough, and so is the china; it's the rooms I complain of; they never can be reduced to high art—your sort of high art, I mean, Susy. But now, tell me, did you do much measuring?"