“Not a pale nose, Eddy?”
“No.” Determined not to assent.
“A red nose? Oh! I don’t like red noses. However; to be sure she can always powder it.”
“She would scorn to powder it,” says Edwin, becoming heated.
“Would she? What a stupid thing she must be! Is she stupid in everything?”
“No; in nothing.”
After a pause, in which the whimsically wicked face has not been unobservant of him, Rosa says:
“And this most sensible of creatures likes the idea of being carried off to Egypt; does she, Eddy?”
“Yes. She takes a sensible interest in triumphs of engineering skill: especially when they are to change the whole condition of an undeveloped country.”
“Lor!” says Rosa, shrugging her shoulders, with a little laugh of wonder.
“Do you object,” Edwin inquires, with a majestic turn of his eyes downward upon the fairy figure: “do you object, Rosa, to her feeling that interest?”
“Object? my dear Eddy! But really. Doesn’t she hate boilers and things?”
“I can answer for her not being so idiotic as to hate Boilers,” he returns with angry emphasis; “though I cannot answer for her views about Things; really not understanding what Things are meant.”