taking? I did, I did!" the young man rang out, as if he still, a little, stuck to that. His tone made Rose say gaily: "Perhaps you do so yet?"
"I can't tell till I've seen more of your circumstances," he replied with eminent honesty.
The girl stared; her light laugh filled the air. "And it's in order to see more of them and judge that you wish to make my mother's acquaintance?"
He coloured at this and he evaded; then he broke out with a confused "Miss Tramore, let me stay with you a little!" which made her stop again.
"Your company will do us great honour, but there must be a rigid condition attached to our acceptance of it."
"Kindly mention it," said Captain Jay, staring at the façade of the cathedral.
"You don't take us on trial."
"On trial?"
"You don't make an observation to me—not a single one, ever, ever!—on the matter that, in Hill Street, we had our last words about."
Captain Jay appeared to be counting the thousand pinnacles of the church. "I think you really must be right," he remarked at last.
"There you are!" cried Rose Tramore, and walked rapidly away.
He caught up with her, he laid his hand upon her arm to stay her. "If you're going to Venice, let me go to Venice with you!"
