The old gentleman only
wants that for board and lodging together, for I asked him."
"I daresay it will do," said Geoffrey. "When are we to shift?"
"To-morrow, in time for dinner, or rather supper: these barbarians eat
supper, you know. I go by the morning train, you see, so as to reach
Garsington by tea-time. I daresay you will find it rather dull, but you
like being dull. The old clergyman is a low stamp of man, and a bore,
and as for the eldest daughter, Elizabeth, she's too awful--she reminds
me of a rat. But Beatrice is handsome enough, though I think her horrid
too. You'll have to console yourself with her, and I daresay you will
suit each other."
"Why do you think her horrid, Honoria?"
"Oh, I don't know; she is clever and odd, and I hate odd women. Why
can't they be like other people? Think of her being strong enough
to save your life like that too. She must have the muscle of an
Amazon--it's downright unwomanly. But there is no doubt about her
beauty. She is as nearly perfect as any girl I ever saw, though too
independent looking. If only one had a daughter like that, how one might
marry her.
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