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Yes, it is very like in a way, horribly like." "In a way?" "I mean that it gives the worst side. But it is like." "I suppose the portrait is still in Mr. Garstin's studio?" "I suppose it is. I haven't seen Mr. Garstin for two or three days. But I suppose it's there." "Please give me the Mr. Garstin's address the studio address," said Sir Seymour. "Yes."
And now she was seeking to oppose to Garstin's thought the opinion of others. How terribly weak that was! And she had always prided herself on her strength. She was startled, even angered, by the change in herself. Her connexion with Craven was peculiar.
On one occasion when Braybrooke had been discussed in Garstin's presence, and Garstin had said: "Who is he?" and had received a description of Braybrooke with the additional information: "But he comes to your private views! You have known him for years!" he had expressed his appreciation of Braybrooke's personality and character by the exclamation: "Oh, to be sure! The beard with the gentleman!"
He did not understand her at all, but she cooked certain Russian dishes which he liked, and minded dirt as little as he did. Perhaps that lack of minding had thrown them together. He did no know; nobody knew or cared. "Well, I'm a free woman," said Miss Van Tuyn, in answer to Garstin's exclamation about Cora. "But you've never bothered to paint me." She spoke with a touch of irritation.
What had happened after that? The man would scarcely have had time to make his escape before Garstin came up. Well, it did not matter he had heard Garstin's voice since in proof that he had survived any possible encounter. And the absence of Garstin, the oppressive silence now? Garstin had gone for help, of course.
While the lift was going swiftly and smoothly up he decided that before he came down in it he would make quite plain to Arabian why he had been to Dick Garstin's studio that day. The opportunity which was given to him he would take advantage of to the full. If only he could strike a blow for Adela instead of for Miss Van Tuyn! But Adela had let this brute go. And could she have done anything else?
It was now nearly closing time, and several friends of Garstin's, models and others, who had been scattered about in the cafe, and who were on their way out, stopped to hear what was going on. Some adherents of Jennings also came up. The discussion became animated. Voices waxed roaringly loud or piercingly shrill.
On the day of his visit to Garstin's studio with the inspector he felt that he owed it to Adela to go to Berkeley Square and to tell her what had happened in connexion with Arabian since he had last seen her. She must be anxious for news. It was not likely that she had seen Miss Van Tuyn, that beautiful prisoner in Claridge's hotel.
That's no use with me." "I am not lying!" she said with hot anger. Suddenly she felt that tears had come into her eyes. "How hateful you are!" she exclaimed. She felt frightened under the eyes of the portrait. Garstin's revelation had struck upon her like a blow. She felt dazed by it. Yet she longed to hit back. She wanted to defend Arabian, perhaps because she felt that she needed defence.
No longer in Rose Tree Gardens if Sir Seymour knew anything of men. "The morning boat to Paris, and the underworld!" Sir Seymour muttered to himself. "Not much to look at now, is it?" said Garstin's voice behind him. He turned round quickly. Garstin was gazing at his ruined masterpiece with a curious twisted smile. "What can one say?" said Sir Seymour.
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