The baroness was alarmed.

"Come, dearest, don't cry like that.

It is not too late to take your poor old mother into your confidence.

What is this mystery?
and why this sorrow?
How comes it I intercept at every instant glances that were not intended for me?
Why is the very air loaded with signals and secrecy?
(Rose replied only by sobs.) Is some deceit going on?
(Rose sobbed.) Am I to have no reply but these sullen sobs?
will you really tell me nothing ?" "I've nothing to tell," sobbed Rose.
"Well, then, will you do something for me ?" Such a proposal was not only a relief, but a delight to the deceiving but loving daughter.

She started up crying, "Oh, yes, mamma; anything, everything.