On seeing her, however, he roused up and said with a smile that ended in a gape, "I thought you were with mother, so I took forty winks after I got those girls off.

Now, I'm at your service, Rosamunda, whenever you like." "You look as if your head ached.

If it does, don't mind me.

I'm not afraid to run home alone, it's so early," answered Rose, observing the flushed cheeks and heavy eyes of her cousin.
"I think I see myself letting you do it.

Champagne always makes my headache, but the air will set me up." "Why do you drink it, then ?" asked Rose, anxiously.
"Can't help it, when I'm host.