"And you're not, I suppose ?" he repeated.
She smiled with an effort.

"If I were, it 'ud scarcely be for me to say.

But I don't think I am.

I suppose I'm not ugly.

When I'm in good spirits, I sometimes go so far as to think I'm not actually plain.
But she's pretty--really pretty." Her eyes pointed in the direction of her last remark.
Traill leant forward, facing her, putting both hands on the arms of the chair in which she was sitting.