Rose flushed still deeper and her eyes flashed with anger. "He might be my grandfather," she snapped in a savage manner.
"But he isn't," replied Alice earnestly. "Oh, Rose, you know how hot-blooded Job is. And if you give him cause to be jealous——"
"I don't care if he's jealous or not, miss. The likes of me is a sight too good for the likes of him."
"But he's an honest man——"
"So is Don Pablo, and what's more he's a richer man. If he was young I wouldn't let him give me things. But whatever they may say, an old gentleman like that don't mean no harm. Besides, I haven't said yes to Job."
"But you will say yes."
"That depends upon how Job behaves himself, miss. I'm not going to have him glowering and swearing as if I was doing something wrong, which I ain't. And begging your pardon, miss, I don't see what you've got to do with it."
"I don't want to see you get into trouble," said Alice indiscreetly.
Rose flashed round furiously. "Who said I was going to get into trouble? I like pretty things, and if an old gentleman gives them to me, where's the harm, I should like to know?"
"Job's jealousy——"