Oh, don't stay, Rose! I know you are wanting to go, and you can't help me.

I shall manage somehow." "Are you quite sure ?" said Rose turning again to survey herself.
"Quite--quite! I shall get on best alone.

I'm in a bad temper too, and I want to use language--horrid language," said Dinah, tugging viciously at her dark hair.
Rose lowered her stately gaze and watched her for a moment.

Then as Dinah's green eyes suddenly flashed resentful enquiry upon her she lightly touched the girl's flushed cheek, and turned away.

"Poor little Dinah!" she said.
The door closed upon her graceful figure in its old-world, sweeping robe and Dinah whizzed round from the glass like a naughty fairy in a rage.
"Rose de Vigne, I hate you!" she said aloud, and stamped her unshod foot upon the floor.
A period of uninterrupted misfortune followed this outburst.