"Oh," said Lord Osborne; "I wish you would tell him to give it to me."
"I cannot interfere with it, my lord," said she smiling. "I begged for the sketch myself and was refused."
"I vow I must see it," cried Miss Carr: "do come, Rosa, and keep me in countenance in intruding on his studio."
Miss Osborne declined, but suggested that her brother would do as well, if she wished for a companion, or fancied a guard was necessary.
"Do come!" cried the sprightly Fanny. "Be my guide and protector."
"Quite unnecessary, Miss Carr—Sir William neither bites nor stings," replied she coolly and without attempting to move.
"You are a—what name shall I call you bad enough! Rosa, I vow I will go and have a tête-à-tête with Sir William—a nice little quiet flirtation, if you will not come with me."
"Very well, it will serve to keep you awake—pray do," replied she apparently quite unmoved.
Miss Carr departed, and a moment after Miss Osborne rose and walking to the window stood there in deep contemplation for some time. The other two were perfectly silent in the interval—at length returning to her companions, she took her brother's arm, and saying she wanted some conversation with him, she led him out to the conservatory to which a door opened from the room, and they disappeared from Emma. Left alone she sank into a profound reverie, and was engaged in trying, but not very successfully, to bring her own thoughts into order and discipline, when a gentle knock was heard at the door, and on her inviting the visitor to enter, Mr. Howard presented himself.
Both lady and gentleman were excessively embarrassed at this unexpected encounter.