"Well, Edward, you do look like a--" said Clara, stopping.
"Like a secretary, I hope," added Edward.
"Well, you don't look like a forester; does he, Patience?" continued
Clara.
"You must not judge of people by their clothes, Clara."
"Nor do I," replied Clara. "Those clothes would not look well upon
Oswald, or the other men, for they would not suit them; but they do
suit you: don't they, Patience?"
Patience Heatherstone, however, did not make any answer to this second
appeal made by Clara.
"Why don't you answer me, Patience?", said Clara.
"My dear Clara, it's not the custom for young maidens to make remarks
upon people's attire. Little girls like you may do so."
"Why, did you not tell Pablo that he looked well in his new clothes?"
"Yes, but Pablo is not Mr. Armitage, Clara. That is very different."
"Well, it may be, but still you might answer a question, if put to
you, Patience: and I ask again, does not Edward look much better in
the dress he has on than in the one that he has generally worn?"
"I think it a becoming dress, Clara, since you will have an answer."
"Fine feathers make fine birds, Clara," said Edward, laughing; "and so
that is all we can say about it."
Edward then changed the conversation.
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