"I suppose I shouldn't
say it," she remarked, "but it's a relief to have that dear child out of
the house for a little while."
"It's kind of Allison to take her," Rose answered, trying not to wish
that she might change places with Isabel.
"Very kind. The Kents are singularly decent about everything. I suppose
it was Allison who managed to have Romeo Crosby call upon her the other
evening."
"I hardly think so. You remember that Allison hadn't seen him since he
grew up."
"Shot up, you mean. How rapidly weeds grow!"
"Are the twins weeds?"
"I think so. Still, they're a wholesome and stimulating sort, even
though they have done just as they pleased."
The fire died down into embers. The stillness would have been unbearable
had it not been for the steady ticking of the clock. Madame leaned back
in her chair and closed her eyes. Rose tried to read, but could not
concentrate her mind upon the page.
Her thoughts were far away, with the two who had so recently left the
house. In fancy she saw the brilliantly lighted streets, the throng of
pleasure seekers and pretty women in gay attire.
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