"But, dearest, surely he likes you?"
The other girl was silent, rubbing her thumb slowly to and fro across Rose's thin hand.
"I don't know," she answered, after a pause.
"But of course he does!" Rose said, confidently. "It'll all come right. There's no reason why it shouldn't!" And with all the interest of their old days of intimacy she asked eagerly: "Nono, is he handsome?"
"Oh, yes—tremendously."
"And the right age?"
Norma laughed, half protestant.
"Rose, aren't you a little demon for the third degree!" But she liked it, in spite of the reluctance in her manner, and presently added: "I don't think age matters, do you?"
"Not in the least," Rose agreed. "Norma, does Mrs. Melrose know?"
"Know what?" Norma parried.