"Delightfully! Everybody gave me a present. And we had a feast. And we had a ball at night."
"A feast and a ball, eh? These occasions seem to go off tolerably well without me, Pussy."
"De-lightfully!" cries Rosa, in a quite spontaneous manner, and without the least pretence of reserve.
"Hah! And what was the feast?"
"Tarts, oranges, jellies, and shrimps."
"Any partners at the ball?"
"We danced with one another, of course, sir. But some of the girls made game to be their brothers. It was so droll!"
"Did anybody make game to be"
"To be you? Oh dear yes!" cries Rosa, laughing with great enjoyment. "That was the first thing done."
"I hope she did it pretty well," says Edwin, rather doubtfully.
"Oh! It was excellent!—I wouldn't dance with you, you know."
Edwin scarcely seems to see the force of this; begs to know if he may take the liberty to ask why?
"Because I was so tired of you," returns Rosa. But she quickly adds, and pleadingly too, seeing displeasure in his face: "Dear Eddy, you were just as tired of me, you know."
"Did I say so, Rosa?"
"Say so! Do you ever say so? No, you only showed it. Oh, she did it so well!" cries Rosa, in a sudden ecstacy with her counterfeit betrothed.
"It strikes me that she must be a devilish impudent girl," says Edwin Drood. "And so. Pussy, you have passed your last birthday in this old house."
"Ah, yes!" Rosa clasps her hands, looks down with a sigh, and shakes her head.
"You seem to be sorry, Rosa."
"I am sorry for the poor old place. Somehow, I feel as if it would miss me, when I am gone so far away, so young."
"Perhaps we had better stop short, Rosa?"
She looks up at him with a swift bright look; next moment shakes her head, sighs, and looks down again.
"That is to say, is it Pussy, that we are both resigned?"
She nods her head again, and after a short silence, quaintly bursts out with: "You know we must be married, and married from here, Eddy, or the poor girls will be so dreadfully disappointed!"
For the moment there is more of compassion, both for her and for himself, in her affianced husband's face, than there is of love. He checks the look, and asks: "Shall I take you out for a walk, Rosa dear?"
Rosa dear does not seem at all clear on this point, until her face, which has been comically reflective, brightens. "Oh, yes, Eddy; let as go for a walk! And I tell you what we'll do. You shall pretend that you are engaged to somebody else, and I'll pretend that I am not engaged to anybody, and then we shan't quarrel."
