Rose lost some of her beautiful color. These continual references to her lover were very trying. "I will leave you two to amuse each other for a few minutes, while I go and ask Célina to make us some tea à l'anglaise."
"I should not have said that," exclaimed Bidiane, gazing after her; "how easy it is to talk too much. Each night, when I go to bed, I lie awake thinking of all the foolish things I have said during the day, and I con over sensible speeches that I might have uttered. I suppose you never do that?"
"Why not, mademoiselle?"
"Oh, because you are older, and because you are so clever. Really, I am quite afraid of you," and she demurely glanced at him from under her curly eyelashes.
"Once you were not afraid," he remarked, cautiously.
"No; but now you must be very learned."
"I always was fond of study."
"Mr. Nimmo says that some day you will be a judge, and then probably you will write a book. Will you?"
"Some day, perhaps. At present, I only write short articles for magazines and newspapers."
"How charming! What are they about?"