away, so young.” 

 “Perhaps we had better stop short, Rosa?” 

 She looks up at him with a swift bright look; next moment shakes her head, sighs, and looks down again. 

 “That is to say, is it, Pussy, that we are both resigned?” 

 She nods her head again, and after a short silence, quaintly bursts out with: “You know we must be married, and married from here, Eddy, or the poor girls will be so dreadfully disappointed!” 

 For the moment there is more of compassion, both for her and for himself, in her affianced husband’s face, than there is of love. He checks the look, and asks: “Shall I take you out for a walk, Rosa dear?” 

 Rosa dear does not seem at all clear on this point, until her face, which has been comically reflective, brightens. “O, yes, Eddy; let us go for a walk! And I tell you what we’ll do. You shall pretend that you are engaged to somebody else, and I’ll pretend that I am not engaged to anybody, and then we shan’t quarrel.” 

 “Do you think that will prevent our falling out, Rosa?” 

 “I know it will. Hush! Pretend to look out of window—Mrs. Tisher!” 

 Through a fortuitous concourse of accidents, the matronly Tisher heaves in sight, says, in rustling through the room like the legendary ghost of a dowager in silken skirts: “I hope I see Mr. Drood well; though I needn’t ask, if I may judge from his complexion. I trust I disturb no one; but there was a paper-knife—O, thank you, I am sure!” and disappears with her prize. 

 “One other thing you must do, Eddy, to oblige me,” says Rosebud. “The moment we get into the street, you must put me outside, and keep close to the house yourself—squeeze and graze yourself against it.” 

 “By all means, Rosa, if you wish it. Might I ask why?” 

 “O! because I don’t want the girls to see you.” 

 “It’s a fine day; but would you like me to carry an umbrella up?” 

 “Don’t be foolish, sir. You haven’t got polished leather boots on,” pouting, with one shoulder raised. 

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