“Indeed!” exclaimed Rosemary, in her turn.
“Yes, indeed!” he replied, with a smile.
And then there was silence between the two for a few minutes.
The earl was meditating. The child was uneasy, and wondering why she was so.
“Little friend,” he said, at last, “you and I seem very good friends.”
“Oh, we are! And it is so very good of you to be friends with me!” she answered, warmly, squeezing his fingers in her small hand.
“And we are really fond of each other.”
“Oh, very, very fond of one another, and it is so kind of you!”
“But why should you say it is kind of me, little sweet herb?”
“Oh, why, because you are so old and so grand; and I am so little every way!” she said, with another squeeze of his fingers.