Wear it for my sake, Rose." There was a rustling behind them of a lady's-dress, and the deep tones of a man's voice talking.

Rose started away from his side, the guilty blood rushing to her face at sight of her elder sister on Doctor Danton's arm.
Kate's clear eyes fixed on her sister's flushed, confused face, on the waxen camellia, her gift to her lover, and then turned upon Mr.
Stanford.

That eminently nonchalant young Englishman was as cool as the frosty winter night.
"I should think you two might have selected some other apartment in the house for a promenade, and not come interrupting here," he said, advancing.

"Miss Rose and I were enjoying the first tete-a-tete we have had since my arrival.

But as you are here, Kate, and as I believe we are to dance the German together--" "And you resign Miss Rose to me ?" said Doctor Frank.
"There is no alternative.