Agnes had talked to her only that morning of Rose and Rose's desire, and she had received the news with her habitual silence.
The house was lit up when she returned.

Her mother had gone up-stairs.
Catherine went to her, but even Mrs.Leyburn discovered that she looked worn out, and she was sent off to bed.

She went along the passage quickly to Rose's room, listening a moment at the door.

Yes, Rose was inside, crooning some German song, and apparently alone.

She knocked and went in.
Rose was sitting on the edge of her bed, a white dressing-gown over her shoulders, her hair in a glorious confusion all about her.