“Then you must come and live with me,” said Ellen. “I shall not leave you here alone.”
“Do you really think that I would go and live in Norman Douglas’s house?”
“Why not?” cried Ellen, half angrily, despite her humiliation.
Rosemary began to laugh.
“Ellen, I thought you had a sense of humour. Can you see me doing it?”
“I don’t see why you wouldn’t. His house is big enough—you’d have your share of it to yourself—he wouldn’t interfere.”