But Rose recoiled, and turned as white as though she had been a ghost.
"It is very late, Miss Rose," said Ogden calmly.

"I think you had better not stay here any longer." Rose clasped her hands supplicatingly.
"Oh, Ogden! Don't tell papa! Pray, don't tell papa!" "I am very sorry, Miss Rose, but it would be as much as my place is worth.

I must!" He stood aside to let her pass.

Rose, with all her flightiness, was too proud to plead with a servant, and walked out in silence.
Not an instant too soon.

As she opened her door, some one came upstairs; some one who was tall, and slight; and muffled in a long cloak.
He passed through the baize door, before she had time to see his face, closed it after him, and was gone.
Rose locked her door, afraid of she know not what; and sat down on the bedside to think.