The relations between them
did not look wilful, or capricious, or a failure, in such a light;
they became elevated into something more self-denying, honourable,
affectionate, and true.
'If we knew yesterday,' said Rosa, as she dried her eyes, 'and we
did know yesterday, and on many, many yesterdays, that we were far
from right together in those relations which were not of our own
choosing, what better could we do to-day than change them? It is
natural that we should be sorry, and you see how sorry we both are;
but how much better to be sorry now than then!'
'When, Rosa?'
'When it would be too late. And then we should be angry, besides.'
Another silence fell upon them.
'And you know,' said Rosa innocently, 'you couldn't like me then;
and you can always like me now, for I shall not be a drag upon you,
or a worry to you. And I can always like you now, and your sister
will not tease or trifle with you. I often did when I was not your
sister, and I beg your pardon for it.'
'Don't let us come to that, Rosa; or I shall want more pardoning
than I like to think of.'
'No, indeed, Eddy; you are too hard, my generous boy, upon
yourself. Let us sit down, brother, on these ruins, and let me
tell you how it was with us. I think I know, for I have considered
about it very much since you were here last time. You liked me,
didn't you? You thought I was a nice little thing?'
'Everybody thinks that, Rosa.'
'Do they?' She knitted her brow musingly for a moment, and then
flashed out with the bright little induction: 'Well, but say they
do.
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