“What was it, then?”
“It was a plan. She wished to see Miss Garland. She knew she was to be here.”
“How so?”
“By Roderick, evidently.”
“And why did she wish to see Miss Garland?”
“Heaven knows! I give it up!”
“Ah, the wicked girl!” murmured Madame Grandoni.
“No,” said Rowland; “don’t say that now. She ‘s too beautiful.”
“Oh, you men! The best of you!”
“Well, then,” cried Rowland, “she ‘s too good!”