Grace persuaded him to stay to luncheon, and he did, and tried to win Miss Rose out of the dismals, and got incontinently snubbed for his pains.
But there was balm in Gilead for Rose.

Just after luncheon a little shell-like sleigh, with prancing ponies and jingling bells, whirled musically up to the door.

A pretty, blooming, black-eyed girl was its sole occupant; and Rose, at the drawing-room window, ran out to meet her.
"My darling Emily!" cried Rose, kissing the young lady she had been wishing at Jericho all day, "how glad I am to see you! Come in! You will stay to dinner, won't you ?" "No, dear," said Miss Howard, "I can't.

I just came over for you; I am alone, and want you to spend the evening.

Don't say no; Mr.Stanford will be home to dinner with George, and he will escort you back." "You pet!" cried Rose, with another rapturous kiss.