“Jane, do you know I always fancy Mr. Dixon like Mr. John Knightley. I mean in person—tall, and with that sort of look—and not very talkative.»
«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—»”