And now, thanks to the spring warmth, she was entering at last with infinite zest on the results of her April vigils.
Catherine had surveyed her as she entered the room with a smile, but a smile not altogether to Rose's taste.
'What, another, Roeschen ?' she had said with the slightest lifting of the eyebrows.

'You never confided that to me.

Did you think I was unworthy of anything so artistic ?' 'Not at all,' said Rose calmly, seating herself.

'I thought you were better employed.' But a flush flew over her transparent cheek, and she presently threw an irritated look at Agnes, who had been looking from her to Catherine with amused eyes.
'I met Mr.Thornburgh and Mr.Elsmere driving from the station,' Catherine announced presently; 'at least there was a gentleman in a clerical wideawake with a portmanteau behind, so I imagine it must have been he.' 'Did he look promising ?' inquired Agnes.
'I don't think I noticed,' said Catherine simply, but with a momentary change of expression.

The sisters, remembering how she had come in upon them with that look of one 'lifted up,' understood why she had not noticed, and refrained from further questions.
'Well, it is to be hoped the young man is recovered enough to stand Long Whindale festivities,' said Rose.