Her temper has been soured, remember, and ought not to be tried.' Rosa did not come back; and no other mention was made of her, until I went with Steerforth into his room to say Good night.

Then he laughed about her, and asked me if I had ever seen such a fierce little piece of incomprehensibility.
I expressed as much of my astonishment as was then capable of expression, and asked if he could guess what it was that she had taken so much amiss, so suddenly.
'Oh, Heaven knows,' said Steerforth.

'Anything you like--or nothing! I told you she took everything, herself included, to a grindstone, and sharpened it.

She is an edge-tool, and requires great care in dealing with.

She is always dangerous.