"That's another short cut," said the old man with a chuckle. "It's soon
over. The sensation of drowning is said to be quite pleasant. Then there
is no more trouble--no more worrying because you have lost love, and
because life has lost its savour."
Rose was rather frightened. "When do I pay you?" she asked in a husky
whisper.
"That's all right," said the old man ingratiatingly. "You don't pay me
till afterwards. We give credit."
"Afterwards?"
"After the pool. Come, you will take this packet."
"I will not," said Rose with sudden determination, and shut the door in
the old man's ugly face. He kept on knocking.
Then she knew that it was only the knocking of the maid who brought her
one cup of China tea, one piece of thin bread-and-butter, one large can
of hot water, and the news that it was a fine morning.
After that there was a change in Rose. Some of the change was very
subtle. Some of it was quite obvious. Even a lady-companion with the
mind of a sheep can detect a change in personal appearance. She did
detect it, and she spoke about it with discretion.
Rose answered: "Yes, two inches bigger. I don't wear them at all now.
Suppose I shall have to when I go back to town. And I find I simply
cannot stand the other stuff. If I've got brown, that is because God's
sun meant me to be brown."
"The merest touch would----"
Rose was good-humoured, but obstinate.
And in time she went back to town. She had lost the habit of thinking
about herself or of asking why people did not love her. She gave them
the music that they wanted, and not the music that she knew they ought
to have wanted. She became very simple and friendly. The tone of her
voice softened, and the "r" sound no longer buzzed properly. She had
gone back. And when she was not thinking about it at all, people began
to love her.
One man particularly. And this was fortunate for Rose.
Papa, who was a director of Kekshose & Cie--they make such big
motor-cars that nobody ever dares to let them do as much as they will,
and hardly anybody can afford to buy them--came back for the wedding.
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