“Come and sit down beside me!” she said.
Rosaleen shook her head. Mrs. Allanby spoke again, she thought she even heard Nick’s voice, but she couldn’t understand them. They sounded very, very faint. She was dizzy, sick, her ears were ringing. She stood leaning against the tubs, still in her gingham apron, staring at them——
At that charming and beautifully dressed woman, at the scowling young man standing behind her, proud as Lucifer, in the kitchen....
She flung her arm across her eyes.
“Go away!” she cried. “Go away!”
II
She didn’t really know when they had gone. She stood without moving, without hearing or seeing for a long time. Then suddenly the turmoil within her died down and she felt perfectly calm.
She went into her own room and began packing her clothes into a little wicker suitcase, quite carefully and neatly. She hadn’t even troubled to close the door, and inevitably Miss Amy came in.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going away,” said Rosaleen.