And she whirled away from Rush Heath in a dust cloud of indignation. The cat in her knew and feared the dog in Jeremy.
Jasper rejoined Winter in the parlour. Jeremy was lighting his pipe, and looking humorously down his nose.
"Are you going to marry your cousin?"
"What, marry Rose!"
"You be careful, young man; she'll ask you the question and have your immortal soul in her reticule before you can say 'gammon'."
"I don't think she will, Jerry."
"That's good. You seem most deucedly pleased with yourself. What is it?"
Jasper went to the wine-cupboard and brought out a decanter and two long-stemmed glasses.
"Drink her health, Jerry."
"Miss Benham's?"