“If we ever do have a boy, Rose, and want him to be Doric, we shall have to start in by being Doric ourselves, eh?”
“Yes,” she answered, “I’ve thought that, too.”
“D’you think I could ever learn to be that?”
“I know you could. You are on the way already, I think. I noticed in London that you were never influenced by all the affectations and absurdities, or worse, that seem to have taken hold of so many people lately.”
“There has been a wave of something rather beastly passing over London certainly. But I almost wonder you knew it.”
“Why?”
“Can your eyes see anything that isn’t good?”
“Yes. But I don’t want ever to look long on what I hate.”
“You aren’t afraid you might cease from hating it!”
“Oh, no. But I believe in feeding always on wholesome food.”