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Of course, it's the title that does it: 'Lady Pauline Wetherby! Algie says it oughtn't to be that, because I'm not the daughter of a duke, but I don't worry about that. It looks good, and that's all that matters. You can't get away from the title.
I wish you wouldn't keep picking on Eustace, Algie dear. He does no harm. Mr Sherriff and I were just saying how peaceable he is. He wouldn't hurt Claire came in. 'Polly, she said, 'did you put that monkey of yours in the garage? He's just bitten Dudley in the leg. Lord Wetherby uttered an exclamation. 'Now perhaps 'We went in just now to have a look at the car, continued Claire.
I had lain awake much of the night planning a canvas. 'Planning a what? 'A canvas a picture. Lady Wetherby turned to Claire. 'I want you to listen to Algie, Claire. A year ago he did not know one end of a paint-brush from the other. He didn't know he had any nerves. If you had brought him the artistic temperament on a plate with a bit of watercress round it, he wouldn't have recognized it.
From a weekly paper of gossip about the rich and great she would read paragraphs, explaining subtle allusions and laying bare veiled scandals. Some of the men she knew well, referring to them for my benefit as Bertie and Reggie and Vivie and Algie.
'When I led you to the altar, he said, reproachfully, 'you promised to love, honour, and obey me. I thought at the time it was a bit of swank! Lady Wetherby's manner thawed. She became more friendly. 'When you talk like that, Algie, I feel there's hope for you after all. That's how you used to talk in the dear old days when you'd come to me to borrow half-a-crown to put on a horse!
You've got a way of saying Pauline, as if it were a gentlemanly cuss-word, that makes me want to scream. And while you're about it, why don't you say how-d'you-do to Claire? You ought to remember her, she was my bridesmaid. 'How do you do, Miss Fenwick. Of course, I remember you perfectly. I'm glad to see you again. 'And now, Algie, what is it?
I suppose you thought that, if you planted the poor creature's body here, it would be up to Algie to get rid of it, and that if he were found with it I should think that it was he who had killed the animal. The look of horror which Lord Wetherby had managed to assume became genuine at these words.
She pursued her thought as if he had not spoken. "She and Algie Bockheimer arrived there the very day that Nick and I left?" "I suppose so. I thought she'd told you. Ellie always tells everybody everything." "She would have told me, I daresay but I wouldn't let her." "Well, my dear, that was hardly my fault, was it? Though I really don't see "
I'll come and take another look at it. Lord Wetherby shook his head. 'I should have a model. An artist cannot mirror Nature properly without a model. I wish you would invite that child down here. 'No, Algie, there are limits. I wouldn't have him within a mile of the place. 'Yet you keep Eustace. 'Well, you made me engage Wrench. It's fifty-fifty.
She was one of those people who are incapable of looking on anybody as a stranger after five minutes' acquaintance. Already she had begun to regard Bill as an old friend. 'Those were great days, she said, cheerfully. 'None of us had a bean, and Algie was the hardest up of the whole bunch.
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