“Oh, I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him,” said Dorothea, walking away a little.

“ Mr. Casaubon is so sallow.”

“All the better. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait .”

“Dodo!” exclaimed Celia, looking after her in surprise. “I never heard you make such a comparison before.”

“Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect.”

Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself, and Celia thought so.

“I wonder you show temper, Dorothea.”