She had interpreted Quin's gesture correctly.
"Oh, Mr.Gay----" she stopped.

Gay was looking so sad.
"Mr.Quin doesn't like the opera, Polly.

What do you say ?" "Mr.Quin doesn't like it because he can't act the part," cried Lavinia indignantly.

"None of us like him in it any more than he does himself.
He's not my idea of a highwayman." "Why, what do you know about highwaymen?
But I forgot, of course.

Wasn't the coach that brought you to London from Mr.Pope's villa stopped by one ?" "Yes," rejoined Lavinia hastily, "but he was a brutal ruffian.