I hate him! oh, I hate him!" And here Rose broke down, and finding the hysterics would come, fled away to her room, and cried vindictively for two hours.
She got up at last, sullen and composed.

Her mind was made up.

She would show Mr.Reinecourt (Mr.Reinecourt indeed)! how much she cared for him.
He should see the freezing indifference with which she could treat him; he should see she was not to be fooled with impunity.
Rose bathed her flushed and tear-stained face until every trace of the hysterics was gone, called Agnes Darling to curl her hair and dress her in a new blue glace, in which she looked lovely.

Then, with a glow like fever on her cheeks, a fire like fever in her eyes, she went down stairs.

In the hall she met Eeny.
"Oh, Rose! I was just going up to your room.