I'm so frightfully interested in things; and I want to see everything, just to know what it looks like." "Well, I call it horrid.

And, what's more, if you saw it, it would make you feel ill." "No; it wouldn't." "Then it ought to," said Christopher, who, with true masculine dulness of perception, confounded weakness of nerve with tenderness of heart.
Elisabeth sighed.

"Nothing makes me feel ill," she replied apologetically; "not even an accident or an after-meeting." Christopher could not help indulging in a certain amount of envious admiration for an organism that could pass unmoved through such physical and spiritual crises as these; but he was not going to let Elisabeth see that he admired her.

He considered it "unmanly" to admire girls.
"Well, you are a rum little cove!" he said.
"Of course, I don't want to go if you think it would be horrid of me; but I thought we might pretend it was the execution of Mary Queen of Scots, and find it most awfully exciting." "How you do go on about Mary Queen of Scots! Not long ago you were always bothering about heathen goddesses, and now you have no thought for anything but Mary." "Oh! but I'm still immensely interested in goddesses, Chris; and I do wish, when you are doing Latin and Greek at school, you'd find out what colour Pallas Athene's hair was.

Couldn't you ?" "No; I couldn't." "But you might ask one of the masters.