It came out as another presence again, that of Davey Bradham, who had
the air of rather restlessly looking for her, emerged from one of the
long windows of the house, just at hand, to meet Rosanna's eyes. She
found herself glad to have him back, as if further to inform him. Wasn't
it after all rather he that was the best of them and by no means Cissy?
Her face might at any rate have conveyed as much while she reported of
that young lady. "She thinks me so deep."
It made the girl, who had not seen him, turn round; but with an
immediate equal confidence. "And _she_ thinks _me_, Davey, so good!"
Davey's eyes were only on Cissy, but Rosanna seemed to feel them on
herself. "How you must have got mixed!" he exclaimed. "But your father
has come for you," he then said to Rosanna, who had got up.
"Father has walked it?"--she was amazed.
"No, he's there in a hack to take you home--and too excited to come in."