Two days later he came upstairs unexpectedly early, before lunch, and
found Rosaleen peeling mushrooms in the dark back room. It made him
furious; he swore at Enid and Miss Mell and called them beastly
exploiters.
“Rosaleen,” he said. “Come downstairs with me and work.”
“Don’t you go!” said Enid. “He’s a villain. He has evil designs upon
you.”
Rosaleen turned crimson.
“Oh, go along!” said Miss Mell. “It’ll do you good, Rosaleen. You can
take care of yourself.”
“Of course she can!” said Enid. “All the little burgesses know how to do
that. Lawrence, if you want to love Rosaleen, you’ll have to pay for her
mushrooms all the days of your life!”