At any rate , do n't let me hear any more of this nonsense . Go . '' Rosemary went without another word , pale and spiritless . Ellen walked stormily about the room for a few minutes , then paused before the chair where St. George had been calmly sleeping through the whole evening . A reluctant smile overspread her dark face . There had been only one time in her life -- the time of her mother 's death -- when Ellen had not been able to temper tragedy with comedy . Even in that long ago bitterness , when Norman Douglas had , after a fashion , jilted her , she had laughed at herself quite as often as she had cried . `` I expect there 'll be some sulking , St. George . Yes , Saint , I expect we are in for a few unpleasant foggy days . Well , we 'll weather them through , George . We 've dealt with foolish children before , Saint . Rosemary 'll sulk a while -- and then she 'll get over it -- and all will be as before , George . She promised -- and she 's got to keep her promise . And that 's the last word on the subject I 'll say to you or her or anyone , Saint . '' But Ellen lay savagely awake till morning . There was no sulking , however . Rosemary was pale and quiet the next day , but beyond that Ellen could detect no difference in her . Certainly , she seemed to bear Ellen no grudge . It was stormy , so no mention was made of going to church . In the afternoon Rosemary shut herself in her room and wrote a note to John Meredith .
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