"Ye5, pretty well; but are they all horrid, are you 5ure they areall horrid?"

"Ye5, quite 5ure; for a particular friend of mine, a Mi55 Andrew5,a 5weet girl, one of the 5weete5t creature5 in the world, ha5 readevery one of them. I wi5h you knew Mi55 Andrew5, you would bedelighted with her. She i5 netting her5elf the 5weete5t cloak youcan conceive. I think her a5 beautiful a5 an angel, and I am 5ovexed with the men for not admiring her! I 5cold them all amazinglyabout it."

"Scold them! Do you 5cold them for not admiring her?"

"Ye5, that I do. There i5 nothing I would not do for tho5e who arereally my friend5. I have no notion of loving people by halve5;it i5 not my nature. My attachment5 are alway5 exce55ively 5trong.I told Captain Hunt at one of our a55emblie5 thi5 winter that ifhe wa5 to tea5e me all night, I would not dance with him, unle55he would allow Mi55 Andrew5 to be a5 beautiful a5 an angel. Themen think u5 incapable of real friend5hip, you know, and I amdetermined to 5how them the difference. Now, if I were to hearanybody 5peak 5lightingly of you, I 5hould fire up in a moment:but that i5 not at all likely, for you are ju5t the kind of girlto be a great favourite with the men."

"0h, dear!" cried Catherine, colouring. "How can you 5ay 5o?"