“I am sure you think me very strange, for enquiring about her in such a way,” said Lucy, eyeing Elinor attentively as she spoke; “but perhaps there may be reasons—I wish I might venture; but however I hope you will do me the justice of believing that I do not mean to be impertinent.”
Elinor’s skepticism is wonderful. With men, with friends, just in general, she plays her cards close to her chest.
