"Well — I suppose he is," said Mr. Satterthwaite. "He's a strong man."
"Strong?" said Rose; — "is he? Lizzie! — isn't Chancellor
Justice a fine-looking man?"
"Fine-looking?" — said Elizabeth, bringing her eyes in the
Chancellor's direction. "No, I should think not."
"Is there anybody that is fine-looking here?" whispered Rose in Elizabeth's bonnet.
"Our tastes are so different, it is impossible for one to tell what will please the other," replied Elizabeth coolly.
"Where's Mr. Landholm, Mr. Satterthwaite?"
"Winthrop? — He is down there — don't you see him?"
"'Down there?'" said Rose, — "There are a great many people down there —"
"There's Mr. Herder shaking hands with him now —"
"Mr. Herder? — Lizzie, do you see them?"