Lucy. (after slight pause) How funny it seems to be talking to you about it all. What did you think—when you saw—what you saw?
Car. I was rather amused.
Lucy. What did you think of me?
Car. Need we go into that?
Lucy. I should like you to say.
Car. Well, to tell you the truth, I thought you weren't going quite straight.
Lucy. Because of Captain Dorvaston?
Car. Yes.
Lucy. I don't care for Captain Dorvaston—and I do care for Mr. Thorsby. Surely it's better to marry the man you love?
Car. I daresay it would be. I have nothing to say against Mr. Thorsby—he seems a very pleasant young fellow. I shouldn't think he would take to drink (Lucy looks in surprise) or turn out badly to any special extent. Of course, one can't tell beforehand.