She knocked at the study door and entered. There, in the same place that all the others had been in turn, lay the shining jewel, and the cold voice answered:
“The decision is that it is rubbish.”
The pain within was so great that Rosalie could have screamed, and then came sickness and faintness, so that she leant against the door and looked at him.
“What does it mean?” she asked.
“It is accounted of no worth.”
“Oh, but it is! it is!” she cried, and looked at him so hard that he looked back at her.
“I have told you the decision.”
“But what do you say?”
“I say nothing.”
“But what is wrong with it?”