Rosamund thought her as little conscious as a woman could be.

She coloured at times quickly, but without confusion.
When that name, the key of Rosamund's meditations, chanced to be mentioned, a flush swept over Miss Denham's face.

The candour of it was unchanged as she gazed at Rosamund, with a look that asked, 'Do you know him ?' Rosamund said, 'I am an old friend of his.' 'He is here now, in this town.' 'I wish to see him very much.' General Sherwin interposed: 'We won't talk about political characters just for the present.' 'I wish you knew him, papa, and would advise him,' his daughter said.
The General nodded hastily.

'By-and-by, by-and-by.' They had in fact taken seats at a table of mutton pies in a pastrycook's shop, where dashing military men were restrained solely by their presence from a too noisy display of fascinations before the fashionable waiting-women.
Rosamund looked at Miss Denham.

As soon as they were in the street the latter said, 'If you will be good enough to come with me, madam... ?' Rosamund bowed, thankful to have been comprehended.