At the last terrace they stopped and waited; and after a delay that began to be long to Mrs.
Adding, she wondered aloud what could have become of them.
Kenby promptly offered to go back and see, and she consented in seeming to refuse: "It isn't worth while.

Rose has probably got Mr.March into some deep discussion, and they've forgotten all about us.

But if you will go, Mr.Kenby, you might just remind Rose of my existence." She let him lay her jacket on her shoulders before he left her, and then she sat down on one of the steps, which General Triscoe kept striking with the point of her umbrella as he stood before her.
"I really shall have to take it from you if you do that any more," she said, laughing up in his face.

"I'm serious." He stopped.

"I wish I could believe you were serious, for a moment." "You may, if you think it will do you any good.