"Make them yourself?"
"Of course."
"Do you mean them?"
"Mean them!"—
"Yes. Do you mean what you say? When you have said, 'Lord, have mercy upon us, miserable sinners'—did you feel guilty? or miserable?"
"Miserable!"—
"Yes. Did you feel miserable?"
"Philip, I have no idea what you are driving at, unless you are defending these two precise, puritanical young country-women."
"A little of that," he said, smiling, "and a little of something else."
He had risen, as if to go. His sister looked at him, vexed and uncertain. She was proud of her brother, she admired him, as almost people did who knew Mr. Dillwyn. Suddenly she changed her tactics; rose up, and coming to him laid both her hands on his shoulders so that she could raise herself up to kiss him.