She says it is very little known, but its melancholy is profound.
Shall I send my verses to _The Downfall_, Primrose?"
"If you like, dear; but I don't at all admire the name, and I really
do not think Mrs. Dove ought to be your guide in such matters,
Jasmine."
"Oh, she has very good taste," answered Jasmine; "she says that only
real talent is admitted on the staff of _The Downfall_. Of course I'd
rather write for one of the shilling magazines. Well, if you like,
I'll send my poem to one of them first."
Before Primrose could answer Jasmine on this weighty point there came
a knock on the sitting-room door, and Mrs. Dove, with her face wrapped
up in a thick woollen shawl, entered the room.
"Very sorry to disturb you, young ladies," she said, "but could you
oblige me with the loan of three and tenpence-halfpenny. Dove has put
in no appearance, and unless I can pay three and tenpence-halfpenny on
account to the baker he refuses positive to allow me sufficient bread
to see Sunday through."
When Mrs. Dove made this request Primrose's face became intensely
pale. She was silent for half a minute, then she said--
"I will lend you the money this time, Mrs.
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