doubt on the safety of your doing so. I leave it," said Rose, "to your judgment—I leave it to your honour."
"To my honour?" Tony wondered with a showy jerk of his head what the deuce his honour had to do with it.
She went on without heeding him. "My idea is only that, whether you speak to her or not, she shall accept him. Gracious heavens, she must!" Rose broke out with passion.
"You take an immense interest in it!" Tony laughed.
"Take the same, then, yourself, and the thing will come off." They stood a minute looking at each other, and more passed between them than had ever passed before. The result of it was that Rose had a drop from her strenuous height to sudden and beautiful gentleness. "Tony Bream, I trust you."
She had uttered the word in a way that had the power to make him flush. He answered peaceably, however, laughing again: "I hope so, my dear Rose!" Then in a moment he added: "I will speak." He glanced again at the circuitous path from the bridge, but Jean had not yet emerged from the shrubbery
