It turned out that I had done, not what Rose wished, but--the next best thing--what she prophesied.

She had declared that I should make no notes, record no observations, gather no materials.

My brother, on the other hand, had been weak enough to maintain that a serious resolve had at length animated me.
When I returned empty-handed, Rose was so occupied in triumphing over Burlesdon that she let me down quite easily, devoting the greater part of her reproaches to my failure to advertise my friends of my whereabouts.
"We've wasted a lot of time trying to find you," she said.
"I know you have," said I."Half our ambassadors have led weary lives on my account.

George Featherly told me so.

But why should you have been anxious?
I can take care of myself." "Oh, it wasn't that," she cried scornfully, "but I wanted to tell you about Sir Jacob Borrodaile.