It was love at sight with Miss Danton the second.

What was the girlish fancy she had felt for Jules La Touche--for Dr.Frank--for a dozen others, compared with this.
Joe, the stable-boy, led away Regina, and Rose entered the house.
Crossing the hall, she met Eeny going upstairs.
"Well!" said Eeny, "and where have you been all day, pray ?" "Out riding." "Where ?" "Oh, everywhere! Don't bother!" "Do you know we have had luncheon ?" "I don't care--I don't want luncheon." She ran past her sister, and shut herself up in her room.

Eeny stared.
In all her experience of her sister she had never known her to be indifferent to eating and drinking.

For the first time in Rose's life, love had taken away her appetite.
All that afternoon she stayed shut up in her chamber, dreaming as only eighteen, badly in love, does dream.

When darkness fell, and the lamps were lit, and the dinner-bell rang, she descended to the dining-room indifferent for the first time whether she was dressed well or ill.
"What does it matter ?" she thought, looking in the glass; "he is not here to see me." Doctor Frank and the Reverend Augustus Clare dropped in after dinner, but Rose hardly deigned to look at them.