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This won't do, you know. I say, Dupuis, here's a man who didn't stop in Paris! Ask him if he wants to insult you." "Ah, mon cher!" expostulated the Frenchman, looking up from his game of dominoes, "I would not stop in London if I could help it." "Oh, shut up, Copal!" said Lightmark good-humouredly.
Sylvester's portrait which did the job." "Ah," said Rainham, "you have painted her, have you?" Their fish occupied them in silence. Lightmark, a trifle flushed from his rapid walk, smiled from time to time absently, as though his thoughts were pleasant ones. The older man thought he had seldom seen him looking more boyishly handsome.
"Ah, my dear lady," said the other, gracefully overwhelmed, "if I may count on your good offices I am very fortunate." That evening, as the two men sat discussing their cigars and coffee, Lightmark listened with wonderful patience to a disquisition on the subject of he couldn't afterwards remember whether it was Strikes or the Sugar Bounty.
Could Lightmark have lied to him? Had not his sudden acquiescence in the painter's rendering of the thing implied a lack of courage been one of those undue indolences, to which he was so prone, rather than any real testimony of his esteem?
The name, he confessed, escaped him, but if Monsieur pleased He produced the visitors' book, in which Rainham read, scarcely now with surprise, the brief inscription, "Mr. and Mrs. Lightmark, from Cannes." There was a ceaseless hum of voices in the labyrinth of brilliant rooms, with their atmosphere of transient spring sunshine and permeating, faint odour of fresh paint.
Against Colonel Lightmark, also, she cherished something of resentment, for he, too, more especially in collaboration with her mother, was wont to indulge in elderly, moral reflections, which, although for the most part no names were mentioned, were evidently not directed generally and at hazard against the society of which the Colonel and Mrs. Sylvester formed ornaments so distinguished.
"By the way," said Lady Garnett, when the girls had vanished into the building, "of course you know that Philip Rainham's friend the young man who paints and has a moustache, I mean is here, or will be very shortly? He was staying at our hotel at Berne." "Mr. Lightmark, I suppose?" answered the other, without showing her surprise except in her eyes.
Lightmark had covered the floor with pale Indian matting, with a bit of strong colour, here and there, in the shape of a modern Turkish rug.
He had no sooner uttered these last three words, in a very different tone to that of his previous idle remarks, than he cursed his indiscretion. It was a piece of gaucherie which he would find it hard to forgive in himself, and Lightmark might well resent it. "Kitty?" asked Eve, with some surprise, "who is Kitty? Mr. Lightmark, please tell us who this charming young lady, whom Mr.
Between you and me, they're all of them pretty bad; but so long as people don't know any better, and buy them, what does it matter? Ah, Colonel Lightmark, how do you do? Of course I've seen your nephew's picture. I've been saying all sorts of nice things about it to Mrs. Lightmark." "It's pretty good, I suppose," suggested the Colonel radiantly. "Have you seen the Outcry this week?
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