Mrs. Vyner again went into society as usual, the only difference being that she was generally accompanied by Maxwell instead of her husband. Rose often stayed at home, but sometimes went with her. Time had not made her forget Julius St. John, but it had brought back the elasticity of her spirits; and except an occasional sigh of regret, or a short reverie, she was much the same as she had been before.
One Saturday on which they went to Dr. Whiston's soirée, Rose accompanied them, and was delighted to see Cecil there in high spirits, and beautifully dressed. Blanche's condition of course prevented her being there.
"But she is quite well, is she not?"
"Charming, and looks lovelier than ever."
"I have not been to see her this week. Mama has not been able to let me have the carriage. How gets on your new picture?"
"Famously. How beautiful you are looking to-night, Rose!"
"Of course I am; do I ever fail? But tell me, what is the subject of your picture?"
He put his finger on his lips.
"That's a secret. I let none know anything about it, as I intend surprising you all."
"Papa is so proud of you now, that I think if you were to go to him, all would be made up."