"I want to understand everything," said Mary. "And please bring your best
Italian dictionary with them."
"Before you go, Jack," said Rose, "pray shut the register. It's quite stifling in here."
"Far too hot," said Jack, showing his impartiality of spirit by his seconding of Rose's complaint, for it was evident she had much displeased him. "I've often told you, Mary, how bad it was for you. That's why you are so pale."
"I'm so sorry. Have you been feeling it much? Leave the door into the hall open."
"And do cast one glance, if only of disapprobation, upon me, Jack," Rose pleaded in mock distress.
"You are a very amusing child, Rose, sometimes," was Pennington's only answer.
"He's evidently very cross with me," said Rose, when he was gone. "While you are not—you who have every right to be, angelic Molly."
"I hope you didn't realize, Rose, how you were hurting him."
"I?" Rose opened wide eyes. "How, pray?"
"Don't you know that he is devoted to Imogen Upton?"