I tell you what—if you’re lazy, I will be lazy, too.’
‘Yes, that is what I meant.’
‘Then why did you not say so, sir?’
‘I did. When I tell a woman to work, of course I mean that you are to sit and do nothing.’
‘Yes, but I am not going to do nothing. I am going to read what looks to me a very extraordinary letter. It bears the Sloville post-office mark. It was addressed to London, and here it has followed us all the way from town. I must look at it—it is such a scrawl.’
‘Remember our compact.’
‘No, I don’t. I must open this letter—I am dying to read it.’
‘Oh, the curiosity of woman,’ said Wentworth, as he smoked his cigar.
Presently Rose gave a shriek.
‘What is it all about?’ asked Wentworth.