“Do you, Rose?”
“Not unless I am in love with Dick.”
“I am sure you are not in love with Dick. You are far too conscientious, far too morally beautiful yourself, to be in love with a moral scamp. I know that you would not do anything deliberately wrong, Rose.”
“Do not swear by me, Yanna. I cannot swear by myself. I have actually told Dick that I will meet him next Monday—at your house.”
“Indeed, Rose, you must destroy that letter.”
“It is a beautiful letter. I spent two hours over it.”
“Tear it into fifty pieces.”
“But Dick can call at your house, and I will just ‘happen in.’ There is no harm in that. You can be present all the time, if you wish.”
“I will ask father. Of course, I must tell him the circumstances.”
“And of course, he will go into a passion about his honor, and his honor to Mr. Filmer, and all the other moralities. You are real mean, Yanna.”