It's the flattery of that, or the sound of it, I know, that must be so unlike her.

Of course it's awfully like mother; yet it isn't as if you hadn't already let me see--is it ?--that you don't really think me the same." Again she stopped a minute, as to find her scarce possible way with him, and again for the time he gave no sign.

She struck out once more with her strange cool limpidity.

"Granny wasn't the kind of girl she COULDN't be--and so neither am I." Mr.Longdon had fallen while she talked into something that might have been taken for a conscious temporary submission to her; he had uncrossed his fidgety legs and, thrusting them out with the feet together, sat looking very hard before him, his chin sunk on his breast and his hands, clasped as they met, rapidly twirling their thumbs.

So he remained for a time that might have given his young friend the sense of having made herself right for him so far as she had been wrong.