A thousand questions come crowding to my lips while I help her do her hair:
"Do they look after you well? Do you feel very lonely? What are the other boarders like? Are any of them interesting?"
Her answers, sensible and placid as usual, did not tell me much, except that the food was good, that she had slept well and that she was very comfortable.
I resolved to wait a few days before asking her any more.
2
Roseline throws off her wrap and begins dressing. The water trickles from the sponge which she squeezes over her shoulders, runs down, lingers here and there and disappears along the flowing lines of her body, which, in the broad daylight, looks as though it were flooded with diamonds. A cool fragrance mingles with the scent of the roses. The room is filled with beauty.