"I cannot think what your rage is all about, Anne," said Julia. "Of course she is a flirt, no one ever asserts otherwise; it makes me laugh to hear you go on; when not a soul, and least of all I, would take the trouble of contradicting you."
"More shame to you then, that is all I can say, when you pretend to be so fond of her; I am sure I expected you to fly into a tremendous temper at my assertion of her being a flirt. If I had a friend I would stand up for her, no one should accuse her of sins in my presence."
"I fond of her! well I think your walk has turned your head. I fond of Isabella, indeed! You must be mad, when I begged mamma to leave me at home, because I so much dislike her goings on."
"Isabella! who talked of Isabella? I am sure I did not; I said as plain as possible, Miss Neville."
"Miss Neville! she is no flirt, and never will be," said Julia decidedly.
"Ah! there it is, I knew you would say so, although only a minute ago you said no one would take the trouble of contradicting me."
"Neither shall I. You can hold a solitary opinion if you like."
"Stuff and nonsense about solitary opinions! I shall just convince you."
"You will never do that."
"How can you tell, seeing I have not tried? but only listen to my story, and I am certain you will be convinced."