"No--you're right; she doesn't, as I do, SEE Lady Fanny, and that's a kind of mercy." "There you are then, you inconsistent creature," he cried with a laugh: "after all you DO believe me! You recognise how benighted it would be for your daughter not to feel that Fanny's bad." "You're too tiresome, my dear man," Mrs.Brook returned, "with your ridiculous simplifications.

Fanny's NOT 'bad'; she's magnificently good--in the sense of being generous and simple and true, too adorably unaffected and without the least mesquinerie.

She's a great calm silver statue." Mr.Cashmore showed, on this, something of the strength that comes from the practice of public debate.

"Then why are you glad your daughter doesn't like her ?" Mrs.Brook smiled as with the sadness of having too much to triumph.
"Because I'm not, like Fanny, without mesquinerie.

I'm not generous and simple.