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very welcome, Eddy. There! I'm sure that's nice. Shake hands. No, I can't kiss you, because I've got an acidulated drop in my mouth.'

       'Are you at all glad to see me, Pussy?'

       'O, yes, I'm dreadfully glad.--Go and sit down.--Miss Twinkleton.'

       It is the custom of that excellent lady when these visits occur, to appear every three minutes, either in her own person or in that of Mrs. Tisher, and lay an offering on the shrine of Propriety by affecting to look for some desiderated article. On the present occasion Miss Twinkleton, gracefully gliding in and out, says in passing: 'How do you do, Mr. Drood? Very glad indeed to have the pleasure. Pray excuse me. Tweezers. Thank you!'

       'I got the gloves last evening, Eddy, and I like them very much. They are beauties.'

       'Well, that's something,' the affianced replies, half grumbling. 'The smallest encouragement thankfully received. And how did you

       pass your birthday, Pussy?'

       'Delightfully! Everybody gave me a present. And we had a feast. And we had a ball at night.'

       'A feast and a ball, eh? These occasions seem to go off tolerably well without me, Pussy.'

       'Delightfully!' cries Rosa, in a quite spontaneous manner, and without the least pretence of reserve.

       'Hah! And what was the feast?'

       'Tarts, oranges, jellies, and shrimps.'

       'Any partners at the ball?'

       'We danced with one another, of course, sir. But some of the girls made game to be their brothers. It was so droll!'

       'Did anybody make game to be--'

       'To be you? O dear yes!' cries Rosa, laughing with great enjoyment. 'That was the first thing done.'

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       'I hope she did it pretty well,' says Edwin rather doubtfully.

       'O, it was excellent!--I wouldn't dance with you, you know.'

       Edwin scarcely seems to see the force of this; begs to know if he may take the liberty to ask why?

       'Because I was so tired of you,' returns Rosa. But she quickly adds, and pleadingly too, seeing displeasure in his face: 'Dear Eddy,

       you were just as tired of me, you know.'

       'Did I say so, Rosa?'

       'Say so! Do you ever say so? No, you only showed it. O, she did it so well!' cries Rosa, in a sudden ecstasy with her counterfeit betrothed.

       'It strikes me that she must be a devilish impudent girl,' says Edwin Drood. 'And so, Pussy, you have passed your last birthday in this old house.'

       'Ah, yes!' Rosa clasps her hands, looks down with a sigh, and shakes her head.

       'You seem to be sorry, Rosa.'

       'I am sorry for the poor old place. Somehow, I feel as if it would miss me, when I am gone so far away, so young.'

       'Perhaps we had better stop short, Rosa?'

       She looks up at him with a swift bright look; next moment shakes her head, sighs, and looks down again.

       'That is to say, is it, Pussy, that we are both resigned?'

       She nods her head again, and after a short silence, quaintly bursts out with: 'You know we must be married, and married from here, Eddy, or the poor girls will be so dreadfully disappointed!'

       For the moment there is more of compassion, both for her and for himself, in her affianced husband's face, than there is of love.

       He checks the look, and asks: 'Shall I take you out for a walk, Rosa dear?'

       Rosa dear does not seem at all clear on this point, until her face, which has been comically reflective, brightens. 'O, yes, Eddy; let us go for a walk! And I tell you what we'll do. You shall pretend that you are engaged to somebody else, and I'll pretend that I am not engaged to anybody, and then we shan't quarrel.'

       'Do you think that will prevent our falling out, Rosa?'

       'I know it will. Hush! Pretend to look out of window--Mrs. Tisher!'

       Through a fortuitous concourse of accidents, the matronly Tisher heaves in sight, says, in rustling through the room like the legend-ary ghost of a dowager in silken skirts: 'I hope I see Mr. Drood well; though I needn't ask, if I may judge from his complexion. I trust I disturb no one; but there was a paper-knife--O, thank you, I am sure!' and disappears with her prize.

       'One other thing you must do, Eddy, to oblige me,' says Rosebud. 'The moment we get into the street, you must put me outside, and keep close to the house yourself--squeeze and graze yourself against it.'

       'By all means, Rosa, if you wish it. Might I ask why?'

       'O! because I don't want the girls to see you.'

       'It's a fine day; but would you like me to carry an umbrella up?'

       'Don't be foolish, sir. You haven't got polished leather boots on,' pouting, with one shoulder raised.

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       'Perhaps that might escape the notice of the girls, even if they did see me,' remarks Edwin, looking down at his boots with a sudden distaste for them.

       'Nothing escapes their notice, sir. And then I know what would happen. Some of them would begin reflecting on me by saying (for they are free) that they never will on any account engage themselves to lovers without polished leather boots. Hark! Miss Twinkleton. I'll ask for leave.'

       That discreet lady being indeed heard without, inquiring of nobody in a blandly conversational tone as she advances: 'Eh? Indeed! Are you quite sure you saw my mother-of-pearl button-holder on the work-table in my room?' is at once solicited for walking leave, and graciously accords it. And soon the young couple go out of the Nuns' House, taking all precautions against the discovery of the so vitally defective boots of Mr. Edwin Drood: precautions, let us hope, effective for the peace of Mrs. Edwin Drood that is to be.

       'Which way shall we take, Rosa?'

       Rosa replies: 'I want to go to the Lumps-of-Delight shop.'

       'To the--?'

       'A Turkish sweetmeat, sir. My gracious me, don't you understand anything? Call yourself an Engineer, and not know that?'

       'Why, how should I know it, Rosa?'

       'Because I am very fond of them. But O! I forgot what we are to pretend. No, you needn't know anything about them; never mind.'

       So he is gloomily borne off to the Lumps-of-Delight shop, where Rosa makes her purchase, and, after offering some to him (which he rather indignantly declines), begins to partake of it with great zest: previously taking off and rolling up a pair of little pink gloves, like rose-leaves, and occasionally putting her little pink fingers to her rosy lips, to cleanse them from the Dust of Delight that comes off the Lumps.

       'Now, be a good-tempered Eddy, and pretend. And so you are engaged?'

       'And so I am engaged.'

       'Is she nice?'

       'Charming.'

       'Tall?'

       'Immensely tall!' Rosa being short.

       'Must be gawky, I should think,' is Rosa's quiet commentary.

       'I beg your pardon; not at all,' contradiction rising in him.

       'What is termed a fine woman; a splendid woman.'

       'Big nose, no doubt,' is the quiet commentary again.

       'Not a little one, certainly,' is the quick reply, (Rosa's being a little one.)

       'Long pale nose, with a red knob in the middle. I know the sort of nose,' says Rosa, with a satisfied nod, and tranquilly enjoying the

       Lumps.

       'You don't know the sort of nose, Rosa,' with some warmth; 'because it's nothing of the kind.'

       'Not a pale nose, Eddy?'

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       'No.' Determined not to assent.

       'A red nose?

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