"I don＇t object to her," said Osmond; "I rather like Mrs. Touchett. She has a sort of old-fashioned character that＇s passing away—a vivid identity. But that long jackanapes the son—is he about the place?"
"He＇s there, but he won＇t trouble you."
"He＇s a good deal of a donkey."
"I think you＇re mistaken. He＇s a very clever man. But he＇s not fond of being about when I＇m there, because he doesn＇t like me."
"What could he be more asinine than that? Did you say she has looks?" Osmond went on.