She came over to where Rose sat, sulky and silent, and kissed her.
"_Bon jour, ma soeur!_ How do you feel after last night!" "Very well," said Rose, not looking at her.
"Reginald came home with you ?" smiled Kate, toying with Rose's pretty curls.
"Yes," she said, uneasily.
"I am glad.

I am so glad that you and he are friends at last." Rose fidgeted more uneasily still, and said nothing.
"Why was it you didn't like him ?" said Kate, coaxingly.

"Tell me, my dear." "I don't know.

I liked him well enough," replied Rose, ungraciously.

"He was a stranger to me." "My darling, he will be your brother." Rose fixed her eyes sullenly on her book.
"You will come to England with us, won't you, Rose--dear old England--and my pretty sister may be my lady yet ?" The door opened again.