"Do I? Who told you?"
"I don"t need to be told; actions speak louder than words."
"And what have my actions said?"
"That you adore the ground she walks on, and hold her a little lower than the angels."
"So I do. That is, I don"t precisely adore the ground she walks on--I am not quite so far gone as that yet--but I hold her a little lower than the angels, certainly."
"That"s enough then. Why don"t you stay with her, and not come here annoying me?"
"Oh, I annoy you, do I? You don"t mean it, Rose?"
"Yes, I do," said Rose, compressing her lips. "What do you come for?"
"Because--you won"t be offended, will you?"
"No."
"Because I am very fond of you, then."
"Fond of me!" said Rose, her heart thrilling--"and you engaged to Kate!
How dare you tell me so, Mr. Stanford?"
Rose"s words were all they should have been, but Rose"s tone was anything but severe. Stanford took an easier position on the sofa.
"Because I like to tell the truth. Never mind the viscount, Rose; you don"t care about him, and if you only wait, and are a good girl, somebody you do care about may propose to you one of these days. Here, Doctor, there is room for another on our sofa."
"Will I be _de trop_?" asked Doctor Frank, halting.
"Not at all. Rose and I are discussing politics. She thinks Canada should be annexed to the United States, and I don"t. What are your views on the matter?"
Doctor Danton took the vacant seat and Stanford"s conversational cue, and began discussing politics, until Rose got up in disgust, and left.
"I thought that would be the end of it," said Stanford. "Poor little girl! the subject is too heavy for her."
"Only I knew you were done for, Mr. Stanford," said Doctor Danton, "I should have fancied I was interrupting a flirtation."
"Not at all. Rose and I did not get on very well at first. I am afraid she took a dislike to me, and I am merely trying to bring her to a more Christian frame of mind. A fellow likes to be on good terms with his sister."
"So he does. I noticed you and our charming Miss Rose were at daggers-drawn even before you got properly introduced; and I couldn"t account for it in any other way than by supposing you had made love to her and deserted her--in some other planet, perhaps."
Stanford looked with eyes of laughing wonder in the face of the imperturbable Doctor, who never moved a muscle.
"Upon my life, Danton," he exclaimed letting his hand fall lightly on the Doctor"s shoulder, "you ought to be burned for a wizard! What other planet do you suppose it was?"
"Has that sprained ankle of yours got quite strong again?" somewhat irrelevantly inquired the physician.
Reginald Stanford laughed.
"Most astute of men! Who has been telling you tales?"
"My own natural sagacity. How many weeks were you laid up?"
"Three," still laughing.
"I was here at the time, and I recollect the sudden pa.s.sion Rose was seized with for long rides every day. I couldn"t imagine what was the cause. I think I can, now."
"Doctor Danton, your penetration does you credit. She"s a dear little girl, and the best of nurses."
"And do you know--But perhaps you will be offended."
"Not I. Out with it."
"Well, then, I think it is a pity you were engaged before you sprained that ankle."
"Do you, really? Might I ask why?"
"I think Rose would make such a charming Mrs. Stanford."
"So do I," said Mr. Stanford, with perfect composure. "But won"t Kate?"
"Miss Danton is superb; she ought to marry an emperor; but no, destiny has put her foot in it. Captain Danton"s second daughter should be the one."
"You really think so?"
"I really do."
"How unfortunate!" said Stanford, stroking his mustache. "Do you think it can be remedied?"
"I think so."
"By jilting--it"s an ugly word, too--by jilting Kate?"
"Precisely."
"But she will break her heart."
"No, she won"t. I am a physician, and I know. Hearts never break, except in women"s novels. They"re the toughest part of the human anatomy."
"What a consolating thought! And you really advise me to throw over Kate, and take to my bosom the fair, the fascinating Rose?"
"You couldn"t do better."
"Wouldn"t there be the deuce to pay if I did, though, with that fire-eating father of hers? I should have my brains blown out before the honey-moon was ended."
"I don"t see why, so that you marry one of his daughters, how can it matter to him which? With a viscount and a baronet at the feet of the peerless Kate, he ought to be glad to be rid of you."
"It seems to me, Doctor Danton, you talk uncommonly plain English."