But on the seventh day he met her on the stairs going to her room. She carried a lilac gown over her arm and a large hat in her hand. She was smiling at the hat. He smiled at her.
"A new gown for the Rose Show?"
"The Dog Show, sir." She stood by to let him pass.
"It's the same thing. I say, what a howling swell you'll be."
At that Rose laughed (at last he had made her).
She ran up-stairs; and through a door ajar, he heard her singing in her own room.
III
In Tanqueray's memorandum-book for nineteen hundred and two there stands this note: "June 10th. Rose Show. Remember to take a holiday."
Rose, he knew, was counting the days till the tenth.