“Did I say so, Rosa?”
“Say so! Do you ever say so? No, you only showed it. O, she did it so well!” cries Rosa, in a sudden ecstasy with her counterfeit betrothed.
“It strikes me that she must be a devilish impudent girl,” says Edwin Drood. “And so, Pussy, you have passed your last birthday in this old house.”
“Ah, yes!” Rosa clasps her hands, looks down with a sigh, and shakes her head.
“You seem to be sorry, Rosa.”
“I am sorry for the poor old place. Somehow, I feel as if it would miss me, when I am gone so far away, so young.”
“Perhaps we had better stop short, Rosa?”
She looks up at him with a swift bright look; next moment shakes her head, sighs, and looks down again.
“That is to say, is it, Pussy, that we are both resigned?”
She nods her head again, and after a short silence, quaintly bursts out with: “You know we must be married, and married from here, Eddy, or the poor girls will be so dreadfully disappointed!”