English girls

"'The next thing I saw was your very handsome volume--Village and Provincial Architecture, was it called? Quite a tome, my dear, and what did I find? Charm again. "Not quite my cup of tea," I thought; "this is too English." I have the fancy for rather spicy things, you know, not for the shade of the cedar tree, the cucumber sandwich, the silver cream-jug, the English girl dressed in whatever English girls do wear for tennis--not that, not Jane Austen, not M-m-miss M-m-mitford. Then, to be frank, dear Charles, I despaired of you. "I am a degenerate old d-d-dago," I said, "and Charles--I speak of your art, my dear--is a dean's daughter in flowered muslin."'" (272)

Waugh, Evelyn. Brideshead Revisited. New York: Little, Brown and Company, 1999 [1944].

Please excuse the slur, I think it's worth keeping in. The indomitable Anthony.