Even now in the flush of just resentment it was not hard for her to forgive; she hesitated only in order to adjust matters in her own mind.
Mrs.Fane swung her horse and held out her right hand: "Is it _pax_, Miss Erroll?
I'm really ashamed of myself.

Won't you forgive me ?" "Yes," said the young girl, laying her gloved hand on Rosamund's very lightly; "I've often thought," she added naively, "that I could like you, Mrs.Fane, if you would only give me a chance." "I'll try--you blessed innocent! You've torn me into rags and tatters, and you did it adorably.

What I said was idle, half-witted, gossiping nonsense.

So forget every atom of it as soon as you can, my dear, and let me prove that I'm not an utter idiot, if _I_ can." "That will be delightful," said Eileen with a demure smile; and Rosamund laughed, too, with full-hearted laughter; for trouble sat very lightly on her perfect shoulders in the noontide of her strength and youth.

Sin and repentance were rapid matters with Rosamund; cause, effect, and remorse a quick sequence to be quickly reckoned up, checked off, and cancelled; and the next blank page turned over to be ruled and filled with the next impeachment.
There was, in her, more of mischief than of real malice; and if she did pinch people to see them wiggle it was partly because she supposed that the pain would be as momentary as the pinch; for nothing lasted with her, not even the wiggle.