'It's Rosie, Rose Cotton,' said Sam. 'It seems she didn't like my going abroad at all, poor lass; but as I hadn't spoken, she couldn't say so. And I didn't speak, because I had a job to do first. But now I have spoken, and she says: “Well, you've wasted a year, so why wait longer?” “Wasted?” I says. “I wouldn't call it that.” Still I see what she means…'