Another young lady, still better known to us, was Rose Beaufort. She was the most plainly dressed young lady in the handsome parlors, yet she attracted an unusual share of attention.
"Who is that pretty young lady?" asked a middle-aged lady of Arethusa.
"That?" answered Miss Jayne, with a sneer. "Oh, that is Miss Beaufort, the music-teacher."
"She is very sweet-looking."
"Do you think so? I don't at all agree with you. To me she looks very artful, and I have reason to think that beneath her innocent exterior there is something quite different."
"That is a pity."
"It is not surprising. Still water runs deep, you know."
Rose kept in the background. She had no wish to make herself conspicuous at Mrs. Tilton's gay party. She would rather not have been there, but did not wish to disappoint her employer.
"Ah, here you are, Miss Beaufort," said a glad voice.