"Mr. Grant told me a very interesting thing about you," she volunteered, with the same air of establishing a desirable atmosphere.
"Yes," said Rose rather eagerly. She leaned forward a little, her hands clasped on her parasol top. "Yes. I forbade him to say any more. I wanted to tell you myself."
Electra's brows quivered perceptibly at the hint of familiar consultation with Peter, but she answered with a responsive grace,—
"He told me the interesting fact. It is very interesting indeed. We have all followed your father's career with such attention. There is nothing like it."
"My father!" There was unconsidered wonder in her gaze.
Electra smiled agreeingly.
"He means just as much to us over here as he does to you in France—or England. Hasn't he been there speaking within the month?"
"He is in England now," said Rose still wonderingly, still seeking to finish that phase and escape to her own requirements.
"Mr. Grant said you speak, at times."
"I am sorry he said that," Rose declared, recovering herself to an unshaded candor. "I shall never do it again."