"Harry is quite content seemingly. He told George that he thought her
prettier than Lucia Costello."

"What idiots men are!" said Bella. "I don't believe they ever care about
anything except a pretty face; and they have not even eyes to see that
with."

"They seem to see it well enough in some cases. I do not know what there
is in Lucia except her prettiness to attract them, and she never has any
want of admirers. There's Maurice Leigh perfectly miserable about her
this minute, and Mr. Percy, they say, continually running after her."

"My dear May, you need not trouble your head about Maurice Leigh; he is
quite able to take care of himself, and would not be at all obliged to
you for pitying him. As for Mr. Percy, the mere idea of his running
anywhere or after anything!"

"Well, is not he perpetually at the Cottage?"

"He was not there yesterday."

"No, because Lucia was in Cacouna. I passed your house in the afternoon,
and saw them both in the garden."

"They are both fond of flowers."

"I hear he goes to help her to garden."

"Mr. Percy help anybody!"