And indeed she was too young for much clear self-questioning, and her blood was flowing too quickly for her brain to perceive more than one thing at a time.
'Does your mother believe it ?' said Juliana, evading a direct assault.
'Mama?
She never doubts what you speak,' answered Rose, disconsolately.
'She does ?' 'Yes.' Whereat Juliana looked most grave, and Rose felt that it was hard to breathe.
She had grown very cold and calm, and Juliana had to be expansive unprovoked.
'Believe nothing, dear, till you hear it from his own lips.

If he can look in your face and say that he did it...

well, then! But of course he cannot.

It must be some wonderful piece of generosity to his rival.' 'So I thought, Juley! so I thought,' cried Rose, at the new light, and Juliana smiled contemptuously, and the light flickered and died, and all was darker than before in the bosom of Rose.

She had borne so much that this new drop was poison.
'Of course it must be that, if it is anything,' Juliana pursued.