that opinion is?

_Culch._ (_in modest deprecation_). You give me some reason for
inferring that it is far higher than I deserve.

_Miss T._ Well, I don't know that you've missed your guess altogether.
Are you through your ice-cream yet?

_Culch._ Almost. (_He finishes his ice._) It is really most
refreshing!

_Miss T._ Then, now you're refreshed, I'll tell you what I think about
you. (_CULCHARD resigns himself to enthusiasm._) My opinion of you,
Mr. CULCHARD, is that, taking you by and large, you amount to what we
Amurrcans describe as "a pretty mean cuss."

_Culch._ (_genuinely surprised_). A mean cuss? Me! Really, this
unjustifiable language is _most_--!

_Miss T._ Well, I don't just know what your dictionary term would
be for a man who goes and vows exclusive devotion to one young lady,
while he's waiting for his answer from another, and keeps his head
close shut to each about it. Or a man who backs out of his vows by
trading off the sloppiest kind of flap-doodle about not wishing to
blight the hopes of his dearest friend. Or a man who has been trying
his hardest to get into the good graces again of the young lady he
went back on first, so he can cut out that same dearest friend of his,
and leave the girl he's haff engaged to right out in the cold. And
puts it all off on the high-toned-est old sentiments, too. But I
don't consider the expression, "a mean cuss," too picturesque for that