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Miss Van Tuyn, enthroned among distinguished and definite Georgians in a nimbus of smoke, presently began to wonder what had become of a certain young man.
"Come, Miss Van Tuyn!" said Sir Seymour, and in his voice and manner there was just a hint of the old disciplinarian, "pull yourself together. You're not helpless, and you've got friends." "Oh, do forgive me! I know I have. But there's something so absolutely hideous in feeling like this about a man who whom I "
This was all very well, and Braybrooke asked for nothing better; but he was totally unable to forget the two cronies, whom he saw in the distance with their white and chestnut heads alarmingly close together, talking eagerly, and, he was quite sure, not about the dear old days in Philadelphia. What had they or rather what had Miss Cronin said to Miss Van Tuyn? He longed to know.
Is it possible that you still love me enough to care to be more than the friend you have always been to me?" "Do you mean " He paused. "Yes," she said. "I ask nothing more of life than that, Adela." "Nor do I, dear Seymour." That evening Miss Van Tuyn learnt through the telephone from Lady Sellingworth what had happened in Dick Garstin's studio during the previous night.
She wondered what he was feeling, whether he disliked the portrait of the judge of the Criminal Court at which he was looking. Finally he said: "I think Mr. Dick Garstin is a humorist. Do not you?" "But why?" "To put this gentleman in the midst of all the law breakers." Miss Van Tuyn crossed the room and joined him in front of the picture, which showed the judge seated in his wig and robes.
"She even attacks me about my painting, says I only paint the rats of the sewers." "I never said that," said Miss Van Tuyn. "I said you were a painter of the underworld, and so you are." "But Mr. Dick Garstin also paints judges, mademoiselle," said Arabian. "Oh, lord! Drop the Mister! I'm Dick Garstin tout court or I'm nothing.
He stiffened, and the hard look came into his face. She saw his jaw quiver slightly. "To Miss Van Tuyn? But she is with someone." "But she asked you!" "She asked both of us. I shall certainly not go back alone." "Really, I wish you would! Go back and and see Beryl home." He looked at her in astonishment. "Oh, I couldn't possibly do that! There was no suggestion I couldn't do that, really.
Modern Americans held views about personal liberty which were not at all his, but that did not mean that they were not entirely respectable. Beryl Van Tuyn was clever, beautiful, had plenty of money. As a diplomatist's wife, when she had settled down, she would be quite in her element. After some anxious thought he decided that it was his duty to try to pull strings.
She was up and was sitting in an arm-chair near the window having breakfast, and looking at her post. "Yes?" Another knock. "Come in!" she cried. The door was gingerly opened and a page-boy showed himself. Miss Van Tuyn looked at him with dread. "What is it? Something for me?" "There's a gentleman wants to see you, ma'am." "I can't see anyone. I told them so at the bureau. Where is he?"
Miss Van Tuyn put on her hat and fur coat, the latter with the assistance of Jennings. Garstin slipped into a yellow and brown ulster, and jammed a soft hat on to his head with its thick tangle of hair. He lit another cigar and waved his hand to Cora, who was on her way out with a friend.
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