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And as she stared she tried to sum up the stranger, and failed. She guessed him a little over thirty, but not much. And there somehow, after the quick, instinctive guess at his age, she stuck. "Come on, Beryl!" Garstin's deep strong voice startled her.
In Garstin's quarters, within the coastguard enclosure, I was introduced to his wife and the lad, Leopold. "What shall we call him?" Mrs. Garstin had asked, some fifteen years before. "I don't know any seafaring man by the name of Leopold," Garstin had replied, after a moment of reflection. So Leopold he was named. Mrs.
She knew Garstin, and she knew that once he had achieved what he was trying "sweating blood," he called it to achieve his interest in Arabian would almost certainly cease. Arabian would then be nothing but used material of no more value in Garstin's life. The picture would be exhibited, and then handed over to Arabian, and Garstin would be off on some other track.
But the recognition of the stranger whom she had been thinking about in the man who had followed her in the street had certainly startled her. For a moment a strong feeling of disgust overcame her, and she thought of Garstin's brutal comment upon this man.
'I'm sure he does I read it in his eyes. Hadn't you better take him back just for the sake of his wife? "Of course I couldn't wouldn't. But Garstin's a brainy beggar oh, wonderfully brainy." There came a certain Friday evening when the two men sat late in their office, compiling the weekly report.
He felt sure that Arabian had been at first suspicious of him in the studio. Had he been able by his manner to lull that suspicion to rest? He was inclined to believe so. But it was impossible for him to be sure. After two or three minutes of silence he spoke again. But he made no allusion to the recent scene in the studio, or to Garstin's parting words.
Trevannion was in high good-humour; for had not their joint efforts, as he liked to call Garstin's useful suggestions, proved successful in ousting the river finally from Section D? and was not that troublesome part of the wharf ready for good concrete as soon as it could be made? He had to record this gratifying intelligence for the Committee's benefit, and he did it with a relish.
Miss Van Tuyn did not go into details. She spoke only of models, of Garstin's varying moods, of his way of getting a thing on to canvas, of his views on colour and technique. "It must be absorbingly interesting to watch such a man at work," Lady Sellingworth said presently. "It is. It's fascinating." "And so that is the reason why you are staying so long in smoky old London?"
Her looks had probably brought him for the first time to Garstin's studio. But it was not only his admiration for her appearance which had brought him there again and again, which had taught him detached self-control, almost distant respect, puzzling reserve, secrecy in intimacy, which had taught him to wait till he knew.
Garstin's studio, didn't you?" "Perhaps I did. There is nothing against him in that." "I do not say there is. But I do say you know nothing about him." "But how do you know that? You assume a great deal, Adela." "Do you know anything about him?" "Suppose I were to ask you questions in my turn?" "Questions? But I have told you "
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