"
She gave the same mystical smile he had noticed before. "You can't
expect every one to be as hot as yourself."
"I don't pretend to be cold, but I'm cool. What has he been doing to
his daughter?"
"I've no idea."
"Don't you take any interest?" Rosier demanded with his sense that
she too was irritating.
For a moment she answered nothing; then, "No!" she said abruptly and
with a quickened light in her eyes which directly contradicted the
word.
"Pardon me if I don't believe that. Where's Miss Osmond?"
"In the corner, making tea. Please leave her there."
Rosier instantly discovered his friend, who had been hidden by
intervening groups. He watched her, but her own attention was entirely
given to her occupation. "What on earth has he done to her?" he
asked again imploringly. "He declares to me she has given me up."
"She has not given you up," Isabel said in a low tone and without
looking at him.
"Ah, thank you for that! Now I'll leave her alone as long as you
think proper!"
He had hardly spoken when he saw her change colour, and became aware
that Osmond was coming toward her accompanied by the gentleman who had
just entered.
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