"Whom were you talking about?" he asked.
"Mr. Ellery;—do you remember his manner?"
"Ellery?—To be sure I do!—Insufferable coxcomb!"
"Pray, what was his great offence?" asked Elinor, laughing.
Harry coloured violently. "Oh, it was his intolerable English manner. I have known him stretch himself out nearly full length on a sofa, on which Jane or Louisa was sitting, and stare at them, with the most sickening expression, for half an hour at a time."
"Half an hour, Harry! how can you talk so? Half a minute, you mean."
"Well, until he drove you away, at any rate. I was often surprised that you could endure it as long as you did. But happily, Louisa cooled him off after a while; though I had a strong inclination to undertake the job myself."
"It was much better as it was; it was Louisa's place to do it," observed Miss Agnes.
"But I thought you liked the English," said Elinor, with some surprise. "You were speaking very highly of several of your English friends, last night."
"I do like the better sort very much. They are fine, manly fellows, as ever breathed."