and deeply ashamed to own my ignorance.”
“And yet you acknowledge everything to me!” said Rosa.
“My pretty one, can I help it? There is a fascination in you.”
“Oh! is there though?” pouted Rosa, half in jest and half in earnest. “What a pity Master Eddy doesn’t feel it more!”
Of course her relations towards that young gentleman had been already imparted, in Minor Canon Corner.
“Why, surely he must love you with all his heart!” cried Helena, with an earnestness that threatened to blaze into ferocity if he didn’t.
“Eh? O, well, I suppose he does,” said Rosa, pouting again; “I am sure I have no right to say he doesn’t. Perhaps it’s my fault. Perhaps I am not as nice to him as I ought to be. I don’t think I am. But it is so ridiculous!”
Helena’s eyes demanded what was.