Rosamund took the Chelsea lodgings proposed to her by Bertha Cross, and in a few days went to live there.

The luggage which she brought from Ashtead enabled her to add a personal touch to the characterless rooms: in the place of the landlady's ornaments, which were not things of beauty, she scattered her own _bibelots_, and about the walls she hung a number of her own drawings, framed for the purpose, as well as several which bore the signature, "Norbert Franks." Something less than a year ago, when her father went abroad, their house at Bath had been given up, and the furniture warehoused; for the present, Rosamund and her sister were content to leave things thus.

The inheritance of each amounted only to a few hundred pounds.
"It's enough to save one from worry for a year or two," said Rosamund to her friend Bertha.

"I'm not extravagant; I can live here very comfortably.

And there's a pleasure in the thought that one's work not only _may_ succeed but _must_." "I'm sure I hope so," replied Bertha, "but where's the _must_ ?" "What am I to do if it doesn't ?" asked Miss Elvan, with her sweet smile, and in a tone of irresistible argument.
"True," conceded her humorous friend.