She had known this was coming ever since she had returned from Kingsport , and found Norman Douglas established as a frequent evening caller . His name was never mentioned between her and Ellen , but the very avoidance of it was significant . It was not in Rosemary 's nature to feel bitter , or she would have felt very bitter . She was coldly civil to Norman , and she made no difference in any way with Ellen . But Ellen had not found much comfort in her second courtship . She was in the garden , attended by St. George , when Rosemary came home . The two sisters met in the dahlia walk . St. George sat down on the gravel walk between them and folded his glossy black tail gracefully around his white paws , with all the indifference of a well-fed , well-bred , well-groomed cat . `` Did you ever see such dahlias ? '' demanded Ellen proudly . `` They are just the finest we 've ever had . '' Rosemary had never cared for dahlias . Their presence in the garden was her concession to Ellen 's taste . She noticed one huge mottled one of crimson and yellow that lorded it over all the others . `` That dahlia , '' she said , pointing to it , `` is exactly like Norman Douglas . It might easily be his twin brother . '' Ellen 's dark-browed face flushed . She admired the dahlia in question , but she knew Rosemary did not , and that no compliment was intended . But she dared not resent Rosemary 's speech -- poor Ellen dared not resent anything just then . And it was the first time Rosemary had ever mentioned Norman 's name to her .
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