"Suppose we go down-stairs now.
I've got some work I ought to do." Charlotte pulled down the green paper shades of the windows, and went out of the room.

Rose followed.

Charlotte turned to go down-stairs, but Rose caught her arm.
"Wait a minute," said she.

"Look here, Charlotte." "What is it ?" "Charlotte," said Rose again; then she stopped.
Charlotte turned and looked at her.

Rose's eyes met hers, and her face had a noble expression.
"You write a note to him, and I'll carry it," said Rose.