Come in.

I dare-say somebody will be along presently." "Oh, let me go!" cried Rose, in dire alarm.

"Papa may come in here.

Oh, pray--pray let me go!" "If I do, will you promise to be good friends with me in the future ?" "Yes, yes! Let me go!" "And you forget and forgive the past ?" "Yes--yes--yes! Anything, anything." Stanford, who had no more desire than Rose herself to be caught just then by papa-in-law, released his captive, and Rose flew out into the hall and upstairs faster than she had ever done before.
How the four gentlemen got on alone in the drawing-room she never knew.
She kept her room all day, and took uncommon pains with her dinner-toilet.

She wore the blue glace, in which she looked so charming, and twisted some jeweled stars in her bright auburn hair.