"Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?"

"Oh, I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him,"
said Dorothea, walking away a little.

"Mr. Casaubon is so sallow."

"All the better. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion
of a cochon de lait."

"Dodo!" exclaimed Celia, looking after her in surprise. "I never
heard you make such a comparison before."

"Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good
comparison: the match is perfect."

Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself, and Celia thought so.

"I wonder you show temper, Dorothea."

"It is so painful in you, Celia, that you will look at human
beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet, and never
see the great soul in a man's face."

"Has Mr. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch
of naive malice.

"Yes, I believe he has," said Dorothea, with the full voice
of decision. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet
on Biblical Cosmology."