"Oh! I hope you will enjoy it."
"Would you stay long, Louise?"
"If the sketching-grounds are good."
"When I come back, you'll sing my songs? Shake hands."
She just laid a cold touch on his.
"Louise, are you offended with me?"
She looked up with so much simplicity. "Offended, Rose, with you?"
"Not offended, but frozen," I could have said. Lu is like that little sensitive-plant, shrinking into herself with stiff unconsciousness at a certain touch. But I don't think he noticed the sad tone in her voice, as she said good-night; I didn't, till, the others being gone, I saw her turn after his disappearing figure, with a look that would have been despairing, but for its supplication.
The only thing Lu ever said to me about this was,—
"Don't you think Rose a little altered, Yone, since he came home?"