"Like a doll.

I love dolls; don't you, Captain Marryatt ?" "Are _you_ a doll ?" asks Captain Marryatt, who is leaning over her.
He is always leaning over her! "I never know what I am," says Mrs.Chichester frankly, her queer eyes growing a little queerer.

"But Miss Bolton, how delightful she is! so natural, and Nature is always so--so----" "Natural!" supplies Mr.Gower, who is lying on a rug watching the game below.
"Oh, get out!" says Mrs.Chichester, whose manners are not her strong point.
She is sitting on a garden chair behind him, and she gives him a little dig in the back with her foot as she speaks.
"Don't! I'm bad there!" says he.
"I believe you are bad everywhere," says she, with a pout.
"Then you believe wrong! My heart is a heart of gold," says Mr.
Gower ecstatically.
"I'd like to see it," says Mrs.Chichester, who is not above a flirtation with a man whom she knows is beyond temptation; and truly Randal Gower is hard to get at! "Does that mean that you would gladly see me dead ?" asks he.

"Oh, cruel woman!" "I'm tired of seeing you as you are, any way," says she, tilting her chin.

"Why don't you fall in love with somebody, for goodness' sake ?" "Well, I'm trying," says Mr.Gower, "I'm trying hard; but," looking at her, "I don't seem to get on.