She made a movement as if to pass on; her eye met Julius's as she bowed, but his face, though deadly pale, gave no sign of agitation.
In another instant, they were in the next room; and Rose, with well acted indifference, occupied herself with the specimens exhibited on the table, addressing common-place remarks to Cecil, much to his astonishment.
"Is it all over, then, Rose?" he said.
"All. Oh, do look at this machine for teaching the blind to write—how very curious."
"Are you serious, Rose?"
"Serious! Didn't you see the cut direct?"
"You take it calmly!"
"Would you have a scene? Shall I faint? Shall I pretend to be stabbed to the heart? Shall I act a part?"
"Pretend! Are you not acting now?"
"Not I. If you think their reception has pained me, pray undeceive yourself; it is no more than I expected. Months ago I made up my mind. I know what to think of him. I am glad he has behaved so; very glad, very glad. It now puts everything beyond a doubt. Very glad."