“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” said Rose. “I feel grim. I haven’t any clothes, I haven’t any prospects. I live in a mouldering ruin and I’ve nothing to look forward to but old age.” “Well, that’s been the outlook for years,” said Thomas. “Why has it suddenly got you down?” “It’s the long, cold winter,” I suggested. “It’s the long, cold winter of my life,” said Rose, at which Thomas laughed so much that he choked. Rose had the sense to laugh a little herself. She came and sat on the table, looking a bit less glowering.
