I think Miss Kinnaird will agree with that." Arabella leaned a little farther over her chair.
"I'll leave you to talk it out with Mr.Ainslie.But there's another matter.

Does Miss Weston recall to you anybody we have met ?" "No," said Ida, with a somewhat incautious decisiveness.

"If you mean our camp-packer, she certainly does not." Arabella understood this to mean that any comparison of the kind suggested would be derogatory to the packer, which was somewhat significant.
"Well," she said, "there is at least a physical resemblance, and though I haven't probed the matter very deeply, yet I've not abandoned it." Then she laughed and turned to Ainslie.
"You and Miss Stirling can thrash out the question." She strolled away, and Ainslie watched Ida, whose eyes were following Miss Weston at the tennis net.
"Yes," he remarked, "we play these games rather well; and, after all, is there any reason why we shouldn't?
There are a good many people in this country who don't consider them as of the first importance." "Oh," said Ida, "I'm really not looking for faults.

Why should you suspect me of such an unpleasant attitude ?" "Well," observed her companion reflectively, "I can't help thinking that we now and then give our visitors wrong impressions by showing them the wrong things.

Personally, I should recommend an inspection of our mines and mills and factories.