"Well!" said Rose, triumphantly. "Jules gave me that; that is my engagement ring."
Grace sat and looked at her aghast.
"No!" she said; "you don't mean it, Rose?"
"I do mean it. I am engaged to Jules La Touche, and we are going to be married in a year. That is my secret, and if you betray me I will never forgive you."
"And you are quite serious?"
"Perfectly serious, chère grogneuse."
"Do Monsieur and Madame La Touche know?"
"Certainly not. Mon Dieu! We are too young. Jules is only twenty, and I eighteen. We must wait; but I love him to distraction, and he adores me! Tra-la-la!"
She seized the cat once more, and went whirling round the room.
Her waltz was suddenly interrupted.