You won't get the flower of womanhood out of a forcing-house like St.Sidwell's; though I daresay it produces pumpkins to perfection." What did he say to Miss Vivian then?
Miss Quincey could not think badly of a system that could produce women like Miss Vivian.
A cloud came over his angry eyes as they stared into the distance.
"That's it.

It hasn't produced them.

They have produced it." Miss Quincey smiled.

Evidently consistency was not to be expected of this young man.

He was so young, and so irresponsible and passionate.