I think, if Dolly had liked him less, she would have been fuller in his praise. I do not know by what sort of hidden instinct and unconscious diplomacy she answered very coolly and with no enthusiasm.
"I like him very well. I think he is true."
"True! Of course he is true. If he wouldn't be so stupid. To expect one to be unlike all the world."
Dolly was silent.
"He's crochetty, that's what he is," Christina went on. "I hate a man to be crochetty. I shall work him out of it, if ever we come to live together."
"I don't believe you will, Christina."
"Why not?"—quickly.
"I don't think you will," Dolly repeated.
"Because you have the same notions that he has. My dear little Dolly! you don't know the world. You can't live in the world and be running your head perpetually against it; indeed you cannot. You may break your head, but you won't do anything else. And the world will laugh at you."
"But, Christina, whom do you serve? For it comes to that."