“Oh my goodness,” said Miss Podsnap. “ that’s over! I hope you didn’t look at me.”
“My dear, why not?”
“Oh I know all about myself,” said Miss Podsnap.
“I’ll tell you something I know about you, my dear,” returned Mrs. Lammle in her winning way, “and that is, you are most unnecessarily shy.”
“Ma ain’t,” said Miss Podsnap. “—I detest you! Go along!” This shot was levelled under her breath at the gallant Grompus for bestowing an insinuating smile upon her in passing.
“Pardon me if I scarcely see, my dear Miss Podsnap,” Mrs. Lammle was beginning when the young lady interposed.
“If we are going to be real friends (and I suppose we are, for you are the only person who ever proposed it) don’t let us be awful. It’s awful enough to be Miss Podsnap, without being called so. Call me Georgiana.”
“Dearest Georgiana,” Mrs. Lammle began again.
“Thank you,” said Miss Podsnap.
“Dearest Georgiana, pardon me if I scarcely see, my love, why your mamma’s not being shy, is a reason why you should be.”
“Don’t you really see that?” asked Miss Podsnap, plucking at her fingers in a troubled manner, and furtively casting her eyes now on Mrs. Lammle, now on the ground. “Then perhaps it isn’t?”
“My dearest Georgiana, you defer much too readily to my poor opinion. Indeed it is not even an opinion, darling, for it is only a