"I shouldn't have done it," he said.
"But suppose you had done it ?" "I shouldn't have." Rose shrugged her shoulders.

"You are horrid, Uncle Henry," she said.
"But I shouldn't have done it," repeated Henry.

He heard Horace's step on the stair.

Rose got up and ran out of the room by another door from that which Horace entered.

Horace sat down in the chair which Rose had just vacated.