? ? ? ? "Do you know Mr. Robert Ferrars?" asked Elinor.
? ? ? ? "Not at all--I never saw him; but I fancy he is very unlike his brother--silly and a great coxcomb."
? ? ? ? "A great coxcomb!" repeated Miss Steele, whose ear had caught those words by a sudden pause in Marianne's music.-- "Oh, they are talking of their favourite beaux, I dare say."
? ? ? ? "No sister," cried Lucy, "you are mistaken there, our favourite beaux are NOT great coxcombs."
? ? ? ? "I can answer for it that Miss Dashwood's is not," said Mrs. Jennings, laughing heartily; "for he is one of the modestest, prettiest behaved young men I ever saw; but as for Lucy, she is such a sly little creature, there is no finding out who SHE likes."
? ? ? ? "Oh," cried Miss Steele, looking significantly round at them, "I dare say Lucy's beau is quite as modest and pretty behaved as Miss Dashwood's."
? ? ? ? Elinor blushed in spite of herself. Lucy bit her lip, and looked angrily at her sister. A mutual silence took place for some time.
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