On the steps they met Drummond with Mrs. Evremonde.  Little imagining how heart and heart the two had grown, and that Evan would understand him, Drummond called to Rose playfully:  ‘Time’s up.’

‘Is it?’ Rose answered, and to Mrs. Evremonde

‘Give Drummond a walk.  Poor Drummond is going silly.’

Evan looked into his eyes calmly as he passed.

‘Where are you going, Rose?’ said Mrs. Evremonde.

’Going to give my maid Polly a whipping for losing a letter she ought to have delivered to me last night,’ said Rose, in a loud voice, looking at Drummond.  ’And then going to Mama.  Pleasure first—­duty after.  Isn’t that the proverb, Drummond?’

She kissed her fingers rather scornfully to her old friend.

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