[Handling it daintly.] Oh, it's damp!—
Charles.
Yes, miss; a little gentle shower 'ave been takin' place h'outside—'eat spots, cook says.
Rose.
[Reading.] Ah! from some of my friends. Charles.
[Behind his hand.] Perfesshunnal, Miss Rose?
Rose.
[Intent upon the note.] Yes—yes—-
Charles.
I was reprimandin' the organ, miss, when I observed them lollin' against the square railin's examinin' h'our premises, and they wentured for to beckon me. An egstremely h'affable party, miss. [Hiding his face.] Ho! one of them caused me to laff!