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I do not propose to do a thing in the bank except work. I shall be a model as far as work goes. I shall be flawless. I shall bound to do Comrade Rossiter's bidding like a highly trained performing dog. It is outside the bank, when I have staggered away dazed with toil, that I shall resume my attention to the education of Comrade Bickersdyke. 'But, dash it all, how can you? You won't see him.
The little Adamses were allowed to steal in and listen, on condition they never uttered a word to break the spell of Colonel Rossiter's thoughts. I think also Rossiter felt his wife had been unjustly snubbed by the great ladies and the off-hand, harum-scarum young war-workers; so he flatly declined to have any of them messing around his studio or initiated into his research work.
She's positively terrified of Life." This, as Alice had intended, was too much for Peter. He burst out "I think Miss Rossiter's the pluckiest girl I've ever met. She's afraid of nothing." "Except of being uncomfortable," Alice retorted. "That frightens her into fits. Make her uncomfortable, Peter, and you'll see "
It lasted a second of time, and then crashed into the second story of the red house, six feet over Rossiter's head. A shower of brown brick dust, and a puff of gray-black smoke settled down over the machine and man, and blotted him out of sight for a couple of seconds. Then we all coughed and spat, and the air cleared.
Rossiter's standpoint he looked back upon his life and found it all one ignoble, selfish muddle. Dear Clare! so eager to be happy and he had made her miserable. "Will she forgive me?" "Dear Clare," said Mrs. Rossiter, rising brightly and with a general air of benevolence towards all the sinners in existence, "is the most forgiving creature in the world."
He was such good company and yet one felt that one didn't know nearly the whole of him. To Peter he was the most wonderful thing in the world, to Clare he was rapidly becoming so no wonder then that the Roundabout saw him so often. It would need a very acute perception indeed to pursue precisely the train of cause and effect in Mrs. Rossiter's mind after young Stephen's death.
Peter stood, his hands clenched. Then he went out into the hall. He heard Mrs. Rossiter's voice from above "Aren't you two men ever coming up?" "Jerry's gone." "Gone?" "Yes we've had a row." Mrs. Rossiter made no reply. He heard the drawing-room door close. Then he, too, took his coat and hat and went out.
The Sunday morning following Clare Rossiter's sentimental confession, Elizabeth tried very hard to banish all worldly thoughts, as usual, and to see the kneeling, rising and sitting congregation as there for worship. But for the first time she wondered. Some of the faces were blank, as though behind the steady gaze the mind had wandered far afield, or slept. Some were intent, some even devout.
'Perhaps, so, said Psmith, 'perhaps so. On the other hand, however restful it may be to myself, it does not enable me to secure Comrade Rossiter's interest and win his esteem. 'What Smith wants to know, said Mike, 'is whether Rossiter has any hobby of any kind. He thinks, if he has, he might work it to keep in with him.
The Rossiters' house in Park Crescent was at the northern end of Portland Place, and its high-walled garden the stables that were afterwards to become a garage and Michael Rossiter's long, glass-roofed studio-laboratory abutted on one of those quiet, deadly-respectable streets at the back that are called after Devon or Dorset place names.
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