But," said the rejected, with a look of sad anxiety, "you will wait for me without that, dear Rosa ?" She could give him that comfort, and she gave it him with loving earnestness.

"Of course I will; and it shall not be very long.

Whilst you are making your fortune, to please papa, I will keep fretting, and pouting, and crying, till he sends for you." "Bless you, dearest! Stop!--not to make yourself ill! not for all the world." The lover and the physician spoke in turn.
He came, all gratitude, to her side, and they sat, hand in hand, comforting each other: indeed, parting was such sweet sorrow that they sat, handed, and very close to one another, till Mr.Lusignan, who thought five minutes quite enough for rational beings to take leave in, walked into the room and surprised them.

At sight of his gray head and iron-gray eyebrows, Christopher Staines started up and looked confused; he thought some apology necessary, so he faltered out, "Forgive me, sir; it is a bitter parting to me, you may be sure." Rosa's bosom heaved at these simple words.

She flew to her father, and cried, "Oh, papa! papa! you were never cruel before;" and hid her burning face on his shoulder; and then burst out crying, partly for Christopher, partly because she was now ashamed of herself for having taken a young man's part so openly.
Mr.Lusignan looked sadly discomposed at this outburst: she had taken him by his weak point; he told her so.