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Just because he comes out to dine with a pretty girl of a certain class? I had no idea you were such a Puritan. Raoul!" "M'sieu!" Garstin was evidently enjoying himself. "I know those women! Arabian's catching it like the devil in Conduit Street. She's giving him something he'll remember." "No!" said Miss Van Tuyn, with hard emphasis. "What d'you mean?"
And he was about to reiterate what he had said, to force it on Arabian's attention, when the latter stopped him. "Yes yes!" he said. "I hear! Do not!" He seemed to be turning something over in his mind with complete self-possession under the eyes of the man who had just scornfully attacked him. At last he said: "I fear I was rude just now. You startled me. I said it was impertinence.
This method in its simplicity counts more to keep the place an Ali Baba's cave than many a more complicated procedure. In luxurious scenes it brings the soft edges of Correggio, and in solemn ones a light and shadow akin to the effects of Rembrandt. Now we have a darkness on which we can paint, an unspoiled twilight. We need not call it the Arabian's cave.
She looked away from him, turned her eyes towards the fire, and tried to feel very calm and very detached. It was all ten years ago. But did that make any difference? For was she essentially different from the woman who had been Arabian's victim? Still Seymour sat as before and went on smoking. As she was gazing at the fire she did not know for certain whether he was still looking at her or not.
It made her remember the Cafe Royal on the evening of her meeting with the Georgians, her pressure put on Dick Garstin to make Arabian's acquaintance, her lonely walk in the dark when Arabian had followed her, her first visit to Garstin's studio, her pretended reason for many subsequent visits there.
Arabian was before her eyes, standing there by the opening door, and Garstin's portrait was before the eyes of her mind in all its magnificent depravation. Which showed the real man and which the unreal? Garstin said that he had painted her intuition about Arabian, that she knew Arabian's secret and had conveyed it to him. Was that true? "Please!" said Arabian, holding open the door.
But there was a sound of defiance in her voice, and at that moment she had a feeling that she was going to do something more decisively unconventional, even more dangerous, than she had ever yet done. If they were there! She remembered Craven's look at Arabian. She remembered, too, the change in Arabian's face as Craven had passed them. But Craven had gone back to Adela Sellingworth.
How crazy she had been to visit Arabian's flat at such a moment! She was angry with herself, and yet she believed that in like circumstances she would do the same thing again. Her power of will had deserted her, or this man, Arabian, had the power to inhibit her will. And Craven? What could he be thinking about her? She knew he was a sensitive man. What must he be thinking?
His attitude did not change, his eyes did not open, as she stood before him. Still he wore the look which had at first attracted Keyork Arabian's attention and which had amazed Unorna herself. It was the expression that had come into his face in the old cemetery when in his sleep she had spoken to him of love. "He is dreaming of her," Unorna said to herself again, as she turned sadly away.
Directly I set eyes on him I knew he ought to have been in quod himself! Come now, what do you say? Look here! I'll make a bargain with you. I'll give you the thing when it's done." Miss Van Tuyn looked at Garstin in amazement, and missed the sudden gleam of light that came into Arabian's eyes. But Garstin did not miss it and repeated: "I'll give you the thing! Now what do you say?
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