“Yes, you do, you little cunning thing: you are too shrewd not to see everything.”
“No, indeed, Josephine; do tell me, don’t keep me waiting: I can’t bear that.”
“Well, then—jealous! A little.”
“Jealous? Oh, what fun! Of Camille? Ha! ha! Little goose!”
“And,” said Josephine very seriously, “I almost think he would be jealous of any one that occupied your attention. I watched him more or less all the evening.”
“All the better. I’ll torment my lord.”
“Heaven forbid you should be so cruel.”
“Oh! I will not make him unhappy, but I’ll tease him a little; it is not in nature to abstain.”
This foible detected in her lover, Rose was very gay at the prospect of amusement it afforded her.
And I think I have many readers who at this moment are awaiting unmixed enjoyment and hilarity from the same source.