make them both happy, he would gladly give up
his own pleasure." She thanked him with many pretty speeches, and when
Adriana came down ready for her visit, Peter helped the girls into
their seats, and put the reins into Rose's hands. Then he watched them
out of sight, with a face beaming with satisfaction.

From this excited and exalted tone, it was impossible to fall at once.
Rose gave herself up to it. She patted Yanna's hands; and as they went
through the woods kissed her many times. Then the new house was to be
gone through, and exclamations and adjectives were the only possible
speech, so that everything naturally enough conduced to an emotional
condition. At last Rose said, "I have not shown you my apartments yet,
Yanna. They are a picture in pinks;" and she led her into a suite that
was lovely with peach-bloom papers and hangings, with snow-white
willow chairs cushioned with pink silk, and pink silk draperies
trimmed with white lace. "I have chosen for you the room just across
the hall," she added, "so we shall be very near to each other. Listen!
that is the lunch-bell. Come and see mamma. In the afternoon we can
talk over things."

Mrs. Filmer was very pleasant and good-natured. She chatted with the
girls, and ate a salad, and then went away with her housekeeper: "Only
a part of the house is in order yet," she explained to Adriana; "and
neither workmen nor servants seem able to do without me. What will you
girls talk about until seven o'clock?"

"Oh!" cried Rose, "we shall have a long, delightful afternoon." And
probably to Rose it was delightful, for she told Yanna the tale of
ball-rooms, in which Rose Filmer had been chief among a thousand
beauties; she showed the photographs of many youths, who were her
adorers; and she read specially eloquent sentences from her many love
letters. Indeed, after a long session of this kind, Rose said
heartily, "I declare, I have not had such a sweet time since you left
me at college. But really we must rest an hour before dinner. I always
do. Come, I will take you to your room."

Adriana was glad to rest, and the soft, dim light of the carefully-shaded
room tempted her to complete physical relaxation; but her mind was
actively curious and alert. She had been hearing of a life entirely new
to her, "a pretty lute-string kind of a life, quite within the verge of
the Ten Commandments," she thought; "yet I do not believe it would please
me long. Its feverish unrest, its small