Rose.
Like——
Sir William.
[Peering into her face. ] Like——?
Rose.
Like——
Tom.
Yes, sir, a gypsy, though of a different order from the old order which is departing—a gypsy of the new school!
Sir William.
[To Rose.] Well, Miss Gower is a weak, foolish lady; for aught I know she may allow this young man to—to—take ye——