"Quite wrong, my dear aunt; there is no likeness at all."
"Very odd! but one never does form a just idea of any body beforehand.
One takes up a notion, and runs away with it. Mr. Dixon, you say,
is not, strictly speaking, handsome?"
"Handsome! Oh! no--far from it--certainly plain. I told you he
was plain."
"My dear, you said that Miss Campbell would not allow him to be plain,
and that you yourself--"