Now Electra was smiling upon her so persuasively that Rose bent toward the look as if it were a species of sunshine.
"We want you to do something for us," Electra said.
"Oh, I'll do it," Rose was responding eagerly. "Gladly."
"We want you to give us a talk on your father."
Rose, painfully thrown back upon herself, looked her discomfort.
"Do you mean"—she began. "That was what you asked me before."
"For the Club."
"They want me to give a talk on my book," said Madam Fulton, looking at Stark with a direct mirth. Then, still with a meaning for him, she added, to Rose, "You do it, my dear. So will I, if they drive me to it. We'll surprise them."
"That would be very sweet of you, grandmother," said Electra, innocent of hidden meanings. "Then we might count on two afternoons."
"What do you want to know about my father?" asked Rose, and Electra answered with a contrasting enthusiasm,—