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Show 268 Glib '!Rose ant> Stiller IHabnc:•• Upstairs, Isabel yawned lazily, and wondered why Rose should play so loud, but Aunt Fran-cesca smiled to herself, for she knew that Alii-son was better and that Rose was glad. XIX ~\?er tbe :fSar AS a flower may bloom in a night, joy returned to Madame Bernard's house after long absence. There was no outward sign, for Rose was still quiet and self-controlled, but her face was a shade less pale and there was a tremulous music in her voice. Isabel had ceased to limp, but still dwelt upon the shock and its lingering effects. She amused herself in her own way, reading papercovered novels, feasting upon chocolates, teasing Mr. Boffin, and playing solitaire. Madame remarked to Rose that Isabel seemed to have a cosmic sense of time. The guest never came down-stairs till luncheon was announced, and did not trouble herself to make an elaborate, or even appropriate toilet. Madame began to wonder how long Isabel intended to remain and to see the wisdom of the modern fashion of appointing the hour of departure in the invitation. Yet, as she said to herself rather grimly, she |
