Now, a day or two ago, Rosamund had said: "Isn't it funny of Godfrey? He
told Janet when he first came here that he had made up his mind to remain
a bachelor!"
And yet they two, she, Enid, and Godfrey, had had something tantamount to
an emotional little scene the first time he had come to see her at The
Trellis House. True, it had only lasted two or three seconds, but while
it lasted it had been intense. Had Timmy Tosswill not burst into the room
in that stupid, inopportune way, Radmore would have certainly taken her
in his arms. Though Radmore was no innocent, high-principled boy, even
one kiss between them would have altered their whole attitude, the one to
the other. She would have seen to that. In her heart she had cursed Timmy
for his idiotic intrusion, and now she cursed him again.
Lately she had thought Radmore was becoming aware of Jack Tosswill's
growing absorption in her, and she had suspected, as well as hoped, that
he was a trifle jealous. Now jealousy, as Enid knew well, is a potent
quickener of feeling between a man and a woman. It was unfortunate that
Radmore seemed to regard Jack Tosswill as a mere boy--a rather tiresome,
priggish boy.
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