"Do I? Who told you?"
"I don't need to be told; actions speak louder than words."
"And what have my actions said?"
"That you adore the ground she walks on, and hold her a little lower than the angels."
"So I do. That is, I don't precisely adore the ground she walks on—I am not quite so far gone as that yet—but I hold her a little lower than the angels, certainly."
"That's enough then. Why don't you stay with her, and not come here annoying me?"
"Oh, I annoy you, do I? You don't mean it, Rose?"
"Yes, I do," said Rose, compressing her lips. "What do you come for?"
"Because—you won't be offended, will you?"
"No."