"Don't go back, at any rate, please," Rose said to him with soft persuasion. "I never see you, you know, and I want just now particularly to speak to you." Tony instantly expressed submission, and Rose, checking Jean, who, at this, in silence, turned to take her way to the bridge, reminded Paul Beever that she had just heard from him of his having, on his side, some special purpose of an interview with Miss Martle.
At this Paul grew very red. "Oh yes, I should rather like to speak to you, please," he said to Jean. She had paused half way down the little slope; she looked at him frankly and kindly. "Do you mean immediately?"
"As soon as you've time."
"I shall have time as soon as I've been to Effie," Jean replied. "I want to bring her over. There are four dolls waiting for her."
"My dear child," Rose familiarly exclaimed, "at home there are about forty! Don't you give her one every day or two?" she went on to Tony. Her question didn't reach him; he was too much interested in Paul's arrangement with Jean, on whom his eyes were fixed, "Go, then—to be the
