THE AMBITIOUS ROSE-TREE. 79
bud before they can do you any damage ; sun, water,
care, above all nobody ever cuts a single blossom
off you! What more can you AvIsh for ? This
orangery is paradise !'
She did not ansAver.
What Avounded her pride so deeply was just this
fact: that they never did cut off any of her blossoms.
When day after day, year after year, she crowned
herself with her rich crimson glory and no one ever
came nigh to behold or to gather it, she could have
died Avith vexation and humiliation.
Would nobody see she was Avorth anything ?
The truth was that in this garden there was such
an abundance of very rare roses, that a com.mon
though beautiful one like Rosa Damascena remained
unthought of; she was lovely, but then there were so
many lovelier still, or, at least, much more a la mode.
In the secluded garden corner she suffered all
the agonies of a pretty woman in the great world,
Avho is only a pretty woman and no more. It needs
so very much more to be ' somebody.' To be some¬
body was Avhat Rosa Damascena sighed for, from rosy
daAvn to rosier sunset.
From her wall she could see across the green
laAvns, the great parterre Avhich spread before the
house terrace, and all the great roses that bloomed
there—Her Majesty of Gloire de Dijon, who was
a reigning sovereign born; the royally-born Ni-
phetos, the Princesse Adelaide, the Comtesse