Again the colour deepened in Rose's face, and an angry light shone in her eyes.
"What do you want to know for?"
"Because I want to know. That's reason enough, is it not?" replied Grace, sewing away placidly.
"I don't see that it's any affair of yours, Mistress Grace. Jules La Touche is a nuisance!"
"Oh, is he? He wasn't a month or two ago. Whom have you fallen in love with now, Rose?"
"It's no business of yours," said Rose angrily.
"But if I choose to make it my business, my dear, sweet-tempered Rose, what then? Do tell me the name of the last lucky man? I am dying to know."
"Die, then, for you won't know."
"Suppose I know already."
"What?"