\"Yes，\"repliedRosa，quietly。
Theoldmanwouldnotscoldhernow；heonlysaid，sadly，\"Iseehowitis:becauseIwillnotletyoumarrypoverty，youthinkIdonotloveyou。\"Andhesighed。
\"Opapa!theidea!\"saidRosa。\"Ofcourse，Iknowyouloveme。Itwasnotthat，youdear，darling，foolishpapa。There!ifyoumustknow，itwasbecauseIdidnotwantyoutobedistressed。I
thoughtImightgetbetterwithalittlephysic；and，ifnot，why，thenIthought，\'Papaisanoldman；la!IdaresayIshalllasthistime；\'andso，whyshouldIpoisonyourlatterdayswithworryingaboutME?\"
Mr。Lusignanstaredather，andhislipquivered；buthethoughtthetraithardlyconsistentwithhersuperficialcharacter。Hecouldnothelpsaying，halfsadly，halfbitterly，\"Well，butofcourseyouhavetoldDr。Staines。\"