"I don't expect them. How do I behave?"
"It isn't exactly behaving. It's more the way you talk and look at people. As if you saw slap through them. Or else as if you didn't see them at all. That's worse. People don't like it."
"Anything else?"
"Yes. It was cheeky of you to tell Mademoiselle that those French verses didn't rhyme."
"But they didn't."
"Who cares?"
"I care. I care frightfully."
"There you go. That's exactly what I mean," Rose said. "Who cares if you care? And there's another thing. You're worrying Miss Lambert. This school of hers has got a name for sound religious teaching. You may not like sound religious teaching, but she's got fifteen of us to look after besides you. If you want to be an atheist, go and be it by yourself."
"I'm not an atheist."
"Well, whatever silly thing you are. You mustn't talk about it to the girls. It isn't fair," Rose said.