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such a long time! Do you know, I was very surprised indeed. ’
    I could hardly bear her relish. I looked down at her small high-heeled black-shod feet on the pedals. ‘ Have you been snowed up at Rembers? ’
    ‘ Not really, ’ said Rosemary, ‘ though I must say it seems to have snowed more there than here. Isn ’ t it odd how it always seems to snow more in the country? Water Lane was blocked last week, but the other roads are fairly clear. The Gilliad-Smiths have been using chains on their car. We haven ’ t bothered. Alexander says it ’ s bad for the tyres. Still, Badgett had to help push us out of the gate once or twice. Where will you live now, Martin? ’
    ‘ I don ’ t know, ’ I said. ‘ Certainly not at Hereford Square. I suppose I ’ d better find a flat. ’
    ‘ Darling it ’ s impossible to get a flat, ’ said Rosemary, ‘ at least a flat that ’ s fit to live in, unless you pay the earth. ’
    ‘ Then I shall pay the earth, ’ I said. ‘ How long have you been down here? ’
    ‘ About a week, ’ said Rosemary. ‘ Don ’ t let Antonia cheat you about the furniture and things. I suppose as she ’ s the guilty party it should all really belong to you. ’
    ‘ Not at all, ’ I said, ‘ there ’ s no such rule! And her money went into the house as well as mine. We shall sort things out amicably. ’
    ‘ I think you ’ re wonderful! ’ said Rosemary. ‘ You don ’ t seem in the least bitter. I should be mad with rage if I were you. You treated that man as your best friend. ”
    ‘ He ’ s still my best friend. ’
    ‘ You ’ re very philosophical about it, ’ said Rosemary. ‘ But don ’ t overdo it. You must be miserable and bitter somewhere in your soul. A bit of good cursing may be just what you need. ’
    ‘ I ’ m miserable everywhere in my soul, ” I said. ‘ Bitterness is another thing. There ’ s no point in it. Can we talk about something else? ”
    ‘ Well, Alexander and I will stand by you, ’ said Rosemary. ‘ We ’ ll look for a flat for you and we ’ ll help you move in and then if you like I ’ ll come and be your part-time housekeeper. I should like that. I haven ’ t seen half enough of you in these last two or three years. I was just thinking that the other day. And you ’ ll have to have a housekeeper, won ’ t you, and professional ones cost the earth. ’
    ‘ You ’ re very thoughtful, ’ I said. ‘ What ’ s Alexander working on just now? ’
    ‘ He says he ’ s stuck, ’ said Rosemary. ‘ By the way, Alexander ’ s dreadfully cut up about you and Antonia. ’
    ‘ Naturally, ’ I said. ‘ He adores Antonia. ’
    ‘ I happened to be there when he opened her letter, ’ said Rosemary. ‘ I ’ ve never seen him so shaken. ’
    ‘ Her letter? ’ I said. ‘ So she wrote to him about it, did she? ’ Somehow this irritated me terribly.
    ‘ Well, I gather so, ’ said Rosemary. ‘ Anyhow all I ’ m saying is, be kind and tactful to Alexander, be specially nice to him. ’ ‘ To console him for my wife having left me, ’ I said. ‘ All right, flower. ’
    ‘ Martin! ’ said Rosemary. Some minutes later we turned into the gate of Rembers.

 
     

    Six
     

    ‘ Since I left Plumtree
    Down in Tennessee
    It ’ s the first time I ’ ve been warm! ’
     
    quoted Alexander, as he dangled his long broad-nailed hand in front of his new fan heater. The sleeve of his white smock fluttered and rippled in the warm wind.
    It was half an hour later and we were sitting in the bay-window annexe of Alexander ’ s studio drinking tea and looking out at the falling snow and the south face of the house which could still be seen in the failing afternoon light, its timberings loaded with soft undulating lines of whiteness against the dulled pink. A holly wreath with a red bow hanging on the hall door was sifted over and almost invisible. The nearer flakes fell white, but farther off they merged into a yellowish curtain which prevented our