"Why the tenth?"
"The Dog Show, sir. And Joey's in it."
"I forgot."
"Miss Kentish, the lady up-stairs, is going for her holiday on the
tenth."
He saw that she was endeavouring to suggest that if he couldn't do
without her, he and he alone would be keeping her from the superb
spectacle of the Dog Show with Joey in it.
"So you want me to go for a holiday, too. Is that it?"
"Well, sir, if it's not inconvenient, and you don't really mind
Aunt----"
"Doesn't she want to see Joey, too?"
"Not if you required her, sir."
"I don't require her. I don't require anybody. I'm going away, like the
lady up-stairs, for the tenth. I shall be away all day."
"Oh, thank you, sir." She glowed. "Do you think, sir, Joey'll get a
prize?"
"Certainly, if you bring his hair on."
"It's coming. I've put paraffin all over him. You'd laugh if you were to
see Joey now, sir."
Rose herself was absolutely serious.
"No, Rose, I should not laugh. I wouldn't hurt Joey's feelings for the
world."
Tanqueray had his face hidden under the table where he was setting a
saucer of milk for Minny, the cat.
Rose rejoiced in their communion. "He's quite fond of you, sir," she
said.
"Of course he's fond of me," said Tanqueray, emerging. "Why shouldn't he
be?"
"Well, Minny doesn't take to everybody."
"I am more than honoured that he should take to me."
Rose accepted that statement with incorruptible gravity. It was the
fifth day, and she had not laughed yet.
But on the seventh day he met her on the stairs going to her room. She
carried a lilac gown over her arm and a large hat in her hand. She was
smiling at the hat. He smiled at her.
"A new gown for the Rose Show?"
"The Dog Show, sir." She stood by to let him pass.
"It's the same thing. I say, what a howling swell you'll be."
At that Rose laughed (at last he had made her).
She ran up-stairs; and through a door ajar, he heard her singing in her
own room.