wi' the whip, but it begins wi' the tongue, and it's the women have got the most o' that."
"The Lord gave it 'em to use, I suppose," said Mrs Girdle; "He never meant you to have it all your own way."
"By what I can make out from the gentleman as attends to the grooming at Offendene," said the tailor, "this Mr Grandcourt has wonderful little tongue. Everything must be done dummy-like without his ordering."
"Then he's the more whip, I doubt," said Mrs Girdle. "She's got tongue enough, I warrant her. See, there they come out together!"
"What wonderful long corners she's got to her eyes!" said the tailor. "She makes you feel comical when she looks at you."
Gwendolen, in fact, never showed more elasticity in her bearing, more lustre in her long brown glance: she had the brilliancy of strong excitement, which will sometimes come even from pain. It was not pain, however, that she was feeling: she had wrought herself up to much the same condition as that in which she stood at the gambling-table when Deronda was looking at her, and she began to lose. There was enjoyment in it: whatever uneasiness a growing conscience had created, was disregarded as an ailment might
