"Certainly not," replied Amy.
"You think too little of self, Miss Neville. Look at Miss Strickland, who always plants herself in the most prominent position, so that no one can fail remarking her the moment they set foot into a room."
"Do you not think it is rather her beauty strikes the eye of a stranger?"
"It may be so. I do not admire her."
"Not admire her?" exclaimed Amy, "I must condemn your bad taste, surely everyone must think her beautiful."
"Because everyone thinks so, is that a reason why I should?"
"No, but most men admire beauty. It seems so strange you should not."
"I have the bad taste not to care about mere beauty such as Miss Strickland's; she is too proud, and, if I mistake not, her temper is none of the sweetest; no, I shall not choose my wife for her pretty face."
"Perhaps you seek a miracle of perfection, mind and face both."