It is doubtful whether Sir Ronald ever knew he was snubbed; and Kate, seeing it, smiled to herself, and was friends with offended Rose once more.

She and the baronet were on the best of terms; he was always willing to talk to her, always ready to be her escort when she walked or rode, always on hand to turn her music and listen entranced to her singing.

If it was not a flirtation, it was something very like it, and Rose was nowhere.

She looked on with indignant eyes, and revenged herself to the best of her power by flirting in her turn with the Reverend Augustus Clare.
"He is nothing but a ninny!" she said to Grace; "and has eyes for no one but Kate.

Oh, how I wish my darling Jules were here, or even your brother, Grace--he was better than no one!" "My brother is very much obliged to you." "You talk to me of my flirting propensities," continued the exasperated Rose.