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Updated: June 22, 2025
"After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder." "Not with an artist," asserted Nan promptly. "He can't see beauty where there isn't any." To the depths of her soul she felt that this was true, and inwardly she recoiled violently from the idea of Maryon's marriage.
He was silent, pondering this aspect of the matter. She watched him curiously for a few moments, then, driven, by one of those strange impulses which sometimes fling down all the barriers of reserve, she broke into rapid speech. "You needn't grudge me Maryon's friendship! I've lost everything in the world worth having everything real, I mean. Sometimes I feel as though I can't bear it any longer!
Maryon's eyes searched her face. "Then kiss me!" He repeated his earlier demand, imperiously. She drew back. "Why should I kiss you?" The quietly uttered question seemed to set him very far apart from her. In an instant he knew how much he had forfeited by his absence. "Nan," he said, in his voice a curious charm of appeal, "do you know it's nearly a year since I saw you?
"Oh, old Sir Robert was Maryon's guardian till he came of age, and then, when Maryon decided to go in for painting, he presented him with the small patrimony to which he was entitled and declined to have anything further to do with him either financially or otherwise. Simply chucked him. Maryon went through some very bad times, I believe, in his early days," continued Kitty, striving to be just.
Looking out over the sea, she smiled to think how futile Maryon's charm would be to touch her if she were going to marry Peter Mallory. She would have no wish even to see him.
"Maryon's still in love with Nan," she observed quietly, "I saw that at the studio." Kitty laughed a trifle harshly. "Nan must be 'Maryon-proof' now, anyway," she asserted. Penelope remained silent, her eyes brooding and reflective.
So we can yarn to our hearts' content. To-morrow evening we're both singing at the Albert Hall. And, oh, in the afternoon we're going to tea at Maryon's studio. His new picture's on view private, of course." "What new picture?" "His portrait of the famous American beauty, Mrs. T. Van Decken. I believe she paid a fabulous sum for it; Maryon's all the rage now, you know.
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