Should we be friends or enemies?
Heigho! I shouldn't care much which, if only you were here.

Roger minor is a dear boy; but--you are--" She didn't say what he was, but worked late into the night with her copy.
At bedtime Jill came in radiant.
"He's come back, Rosalind.

Dear Mr Armstrong's come back." "Oh!" said Rosalind shortly.
"Aren't you glad?
Oh, I am!" "Why should I be glad?
I don't care two straws for all the Mr Armstrongs in the world.

Go to bed, Jill, and don't be a goose." Jill obeyed, a little discomfited, and was sound asleep long before the artist joined her.

And long before she woke from her dreams next morning Rosalind was astir and abroad.