I know it is wrong and insulting." "Do you feel insulted ?" he asked, smiling down at her.
"Let me alone!" cried Rose, the passionate tears starting to her eyes again.

"Let me alone, I tell you! You have no business to torment me like this!" He caught her suddenly in his arms, and kissed her again and again.
"Rose! Rose! my darling! you love me, don't you?
My dear little Rose, I can't let you marry Jules La Touche, or any one else." He released her just in time.
"Rose! Rose!" Kate's clear voice was calling somewhere near.
"Here we are," returned Stanford, in answer, for Rose was speechless; and two minutes later they were face to face with Miss Danton and M.La Touche.
Mr.Stanford's face was clear as the blue March sky, but Rose looked as flushed and guilty as she felt.

She shrank from looking at her sister or lover, and clung involuntarily to Reginald's arm.
"Have you been plotting to murder any one ?" asked Kate.

"You look like it." "We have been flirting," said Mr.Stanford, with the most perfect composure.

"You don't mind, do you?
M.La Touche, I resign in your favour.