It only made the child angry, Phil; so don't worry." "No; I won't worry.

No, I--I won't.

You are quite right, Nina.

But the pity of it; that tight, hard-shelled woman of the world--to do such a thing--to a young girl." "Rosamund is Rosamund," said Nina with a shrug; "the antidote to her species is obvious." "Right, thank God!" said Selwyn between his teeth; "_Mens sana in corpore sano_! bless her little heart! I'm glad you told me this, Nina." He rose and laughed a little--a curious sort of laugh; and Nina watched him, perplexed.
"Where are you going, Phil ?" she asked.
"I don't know.

I--where is Eileen ?" "She's lying down--a headache; probably too much sun and salt water.
Shall I send for her ?" "No; I'll go up and inquire how she is.