"It takes more to make me fond of anybody," said his daughter.
"I know you are."
"What does Rose want, to have the honour of your good opinion?"
"O don't talk in that tone!" said Elizabeth. "I had rather you would not talk at all. You have chosen an unhappy subject. It takes a good deal to make me like anybody much, father."
"What does Rose want?"
"As near as possible, everything," said Elizabeth, — "if you will have the answer."
"What?"
"Why father, she has nothing in the world but a very pretty face."
"You grant her that," said Mr. Haye.
"Yes, I grant her that, though it is a great while since I saw it pretty. Father, I care nothing at all for any face which has nothing beneath the outside. It's a barren prospect to me, however fair the outside may be — I don't care to let my eye dwell on it."
"How do you like the prospect of your own, in the glass?"