The timid little beauty promises in all earnestness to be trustworthy.
"Do you know," Lady Dedlock asks her, signing to her to bring her chair nearer, "do you know, Rosa, that I am different to you from what I am to any one?"
"Yes, my Lady. Much kinder. But then I often think I know you as you really are."
"You often think you know me as I really am? Poor child, poor child!"
She says it with a kind of scorn--though not of Rosa--and sits brooding, looking dreamily at her.
"Do you think, Rosa, you are any relief or comfort to me? Do you suppose your being young and natural, and fond of me and grateful to me, makes it any pleasure to me to have you near me?"

Rosa promises earnestly to be trustworthy.
"Do you know," Lady Dedlock asks her, "that I am different to you from what I am to anyone?"
"Yes, my Lady. Much kinder. But I often think I know you as you really are."
"You think so? Poor child!"
She says it with a kind of scorn - though not of Rosa - and sits brooding.
"Do you think, Rosa, you are any relief or comfort to me? Do you suppose it gives me pleasure to have you near me?"
