For the moment she could not bear to think of it all, and she supposed that she must outwardly have looked as strange as she felt herself to be from within, for maman suggested that the child was overwrought and must go to her room, where presently she should partake of fricassée of chicken and a glass of good red wine with a little clove and cinnamon in it, the panacea, in good Mme. Legros' estimation, for every ailment of body, mind or heart.
CHAPTER II
True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
—Richard III. V. 2.
Rose Marie hardly knew how she reached the tiny room up under the sloping roof, which room was her very own.
She only realised that she longed to be alone to think matters out all by herself, and then to indulge in a long and happy cry.
Oh, yes! she was quite, quite sure that she was very happy, and that it was because of this great happiness which filled her heart to bursting, that she felt so very much inclined to cry.