"In what boat, Miss 'Lizabeth?"
"In mine — down at the rocks."
"Who fetched 'em?"
"I did, from Mr. Underhill's. You may bring them up to the house."
Leaving her handmaid in an excess of astonishment unusual with her, Elizabeth walked into her guest's room, where the table was laid. Rose sat yet by the window, her head in her handkerchief on the window-sill. Elizabeth went up to her.
"Rose —"
"What?" said Rose without moving.
"Rose — look up at me —"
The pretty face was lifted at her bidding, but it was sullen, and the response was a sullen "Well —"
"I am very sorry I spoke to you so — I was very wrong. I am very sorry. Forgive me and forget it — will you?"