“Don’t get up, I won’t trouble you if you are busy, there is no hurry,” she said, not quite sure whether it were wiser to stay or run away.
Mac settled the point by taking the pen out of her hand and beginning to cut it, as quietly as Nicholas did on that “thrilling” occasion. Perhaps he was thinking of that, for he smiled as he asked, “Hard or soft?”
Rose evidently had forgotten that the family of Squeers ever existed, for she answered: “Hard, please,” in a voice to match. “I’m glad to see you doing that,” she added, taking courage from his composure and going as straight to her point as could be expected of a woman.
“And I am very glad to do it.”
“I don’t mean making pens, but the romance I advised,” and she touched the closely written page before him, looking as if she would like to
