How is he ?" "Oh, he is all right, only very horrid.

To tell you the truth, I am getting to dislike Christopher." "Elisabeth!" Felicia's Madonna-like face became quite sorrowful.
"Well, I am; and so would you, if he was as stand-off to you as he is to me.

I can't think what is wrong with him; but whatever I do, and however nice I try to be to him, the North Pole is warm and neighbourly compared with him.

I'm sick of him and his unsociable ways!" "But you and he used to be such friends." "I know that; and I would be friends now if he would let me.

But how can you be friends with a man who is as reserved as the Great Pyramid and as uncommunicative as the Sphinx, and who sticks up iron palings all round himself, like a specimen tree in the park, so that nobody can get near him?
If a man wants a girl to like him he should be nice to her, and not require an introduction every time they meet." Felicia sighed: her sweet, placid nature was apt to be overpowered by Elisabeth's rapid changes of front.