CHAPTER SIXThe rain fell all through the long afternoon and it was still pattering against the windows and splashing down the gutters when Algernon came to Rosella’s room again.
This time he was not in such a sprightly mood as when he had first proposed to her in the study.
“You had better say you will marry me,” he said in a petulant tone, “or you will have no dinner.”
“I cannot,” she replied and took hold of the chair that stood by her dressing table and held it between them, so that he could not come near her.
Algernon shook his head.
“It’s the best offer you will ever get – seeing as you have no fortune and no prospects. And there’s a delicious roast goose for dinner!”
Rosella thought that she would be sick if she had to even look at the rich greasy meat of roast goose, let alone
