"No, I must be back. I feel responsible for her—Rose. I brought her over. In fact, I rather urged her coming. Grannie has asked her to stay with us until Electra is—at home."
"Is her name Rose?"
"Yes—one of those creamy yellow ones. You must see her. She's a dear. She's a beauty, too."
"Oh, I've seen her,—one ear and a section of cheek and some yellow hair. Then I ran."
"For heaven's sake, man! what for?"
"She's one of those invincible Parisians. I've read about them."
Peter burst out laughing. Osmond's tone betrayed a terrified admiration.
"Do you eat down here with the men?" Peter was asking.
"Sometimes. I go up and eat with grannie once a day while she's alone. I shan't now."
"Why not?"