"That is your kind way of praising me; I never was praised so before," said Mirah, with a smile, which was rather maddening to Hans and made him feel still more of a cosmopolitan.
"People don't think of me as a British Christian," he said, his face creasing merrily. "They think of me as an imperfectly handsome young man and an unpromising painter."
"But you are wandering from the dress," said Amy. "If that will not do, how are we to get another before Wednesday? and to-morrow Sunday?"
"Indeed this will do," said Mirah, entreatingly. "It is all real, you know," here she looked at Hans--"even if it seemed theatrical. Poor Berenice sitting on the ruins--any one might say that was theatrical, but I know that this is just what she would do."

"People don't think of me as a Christian," said Hans, his face creasing merrily. "They think of me as an imperfectly handsome young man and an unpromising painter."
"You are wandering from the dress," said Amy. "If that will not do, how are we to get another before Wednesday?"
"Indeed this will do," said Mirah, entreatingly, looking at Hans, "even if it seems theatrical. Poor Berenice sitting on the ruins is theatrical, but I know that is just what she would do."
