If I get through my Red Cross exams all right, I shall try and go abroad. I’ll let you know.
Yours affectionately,
Diana Aviolet.
“She must know what happened,” Rose repeated thoughtfully.
“Yes. Poor thing!”
Rose shuddered. “Poor thing, married to Ford! It’s nice of her to have written, and to say that about Ces. I daresay,” said Rose gently, “that she’s unhappier than I am.”
“She hasn’t your courage, my dear.” The doctor dismissed Diana Aviolet.
Rose’s brown eyes, that looked as though she had cried and cried, sought his, and even now they were vivid and lambent, the eyes of a woman who still lived her life, for joy or grief, with ardour.
“What am I going to do?” she asked him. “Henrietta said you would have some work for me. Is it at the new place you’re going to start?”
“Yes. I’ll tell you about it, all there is to tell, later. But meanwhile, Rose, there’s just this: that work is going to touch the side of life that caught and broke Cecil. I want you to help me to help people who, in one way or another, are like Cecil.”
“Thank you,” said Rose.