"Keep your money! I was not thinking of you! You wear, sir, an intent commercial air; have you thread and needles in your pack?"
"It is ordained that we continue the game of last night. To-day you are to invade the very citadel and deceive your aunt. Your cousin has left without notice and the situation demands prompt action."
I was already carrying the suit-case toward the house, explaining as we walked along together.
"But was I so successful last night? Was he really deceived, or did he just play that he was?"
"He's madly in love with you. You stole away all his senses. But he thought you changed toward him unaccountably on the way home."
"But why didn't she tell him?—she must have told him."
"Oh, I took care of that! I rather warned her against betraying us. And now she's trying to punish me by being kidnapped!"
Rosalind paused at the threshold, gathering the stems of the sweet peas in her hands.
"Do you think," she began, "do you think he really liked me—I mean the real me?"
"Like you! That is not the right word for it. He's gloomily dreaming of you—the real you—at this very moment over at Glenarm. But do hasten into these things that Sister Margaret picked out for you. I must see your father before I carry you off. We've no time to waste, I can tell you!"