through to the end; after which she said with tranquillity, folding the letter: "Yes; it shows what they think of you." She put it down where she had put it before, getting up as he came back to her. "It's good not only for what he says, but for the way he says it."
"It's a jolly bit more than I expected." Dennis picked the letter up and, restoring it to its envelope, slipped it almost lovingly into a breastpocket. "It does show, I think, that they don't want to lose me."
"They're not such fools!" Rose had in her turn moved off, but now she faced him, so intensely pale that he was visibly startled; all the more that it marked still more her white grimace. "My dear boy, it's a splendid future."
"I'm glad it strikes you so!" he laughed.
"It's a great joy—you're all right. As I said a while ago, you're a made man."
"Then by the same token, of course, you're a made woman!"
"I'm very, very happy about you," she brightly conceded. "The great thing is that there's more to come."
