Miss Lavinia was going on to make some rejoinder, when Miss Clarissa, who appeared to be incessantly beset by a desire to refer to her brother Francis, struck in again:
'Sister Clarissa,' said Miss Lavinia. 'Perhaps we needn't mind that now.'
'Sister Lavinia,' said Miss Clarissa, 'it belongs to the subject.
When Miss Clarissa had shaken her head, Miss Lavinia resumed: again referring to my letter through her eye-glass.
"My dear Lavinia, you are thinking of 'Sea-green Shaw,' so called from the extraordinary liveries he adopted for his servants in the year when he was sheriff."
Miss Lavinia waited (with her amiable smile) for the coming opportunity of setting her brother right.
"We won't particularize, Lavinia. Suppose we say occupied over a meal?"
Miss Lavinia considered with herself , with her head a little on one side.
'You were rude enough to him,' Lavinia again interposed.
'You didn't show him that you thought even that,' Lavinia again interposed.
'Besides, we are not of the same age:--which age?' demanded Lavinia.
'And by this time to-morrow,' said Lavinia when the two girls were alone in their room, 'we shall have Mr Rokesmith here, and shall be expecting to have our throats cut.'