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Updated: July 27, 2025
The play was at an end, leaving the impression upon the audience that there is no end to the life of a ruling passion in a man while he lives, that the ruling passion can only die when he dies. Miss Van Tuyn and Craven, standing up in the box, applauded vigorously. "That's a true finish!" the girl said. "He's really a modern Baron Hulot. When he's seventy he'll creep upstairs to a servant girl.
And where are you all going afterwards?" Craven and Braybrooke got up to greet two famous members of the "old guard," Lady Wrackley and Mrs. Ackroyde. Lady Sellingworth and Miss Van Tuyn turned in their chairs, and for a moment there was a little disjointed conversation, in the course of which it came out that this quartet, too, was bound for the Shaftesbury Theatre.
He even acted a part, still acutely conscious of the eyes of the "old guard," and almost made love to Miss Van Tuyn, as a man may make love at a dinner table. He was sure Lady Sellingworth would not misunderstand him. Whether Miss Van Tuyn misunderstood him or not did not matter to him at that moment.
But I see, I understand now. The women they are clever. And when age comes ah, we have no longer much defence against them." And he smiled. "What d'you mean?" said Sir Seymour, longing to knock the fellow down, and feeling an almost insuperable difficulty in retaining his self-control. "This I mean! You say you come to me sent by Miss Van Tuyn. But I say no!
"Does anyone know?" "Not a soul, except us." Sir Seymour was silent. He had realized at once that Miss Van Tuyn was safe now, safe, too, from further scandal, unless Garstin chose to make trouble. He looked at the painter, and from him to the inspector. "What are you going to do?" he said to Dick Garstin. "I don't know!" said Garstin. And he flung himself down on the old sofa by the wall.
As she reached the door she turned her smart, impudent head and covered Miss Van Tuyn with an appraising look, cold, keen, vicious in its detached intensity, a look such as only a woman can send to another woman. Then she went out, followed by Raoul, who seemed rather agitated, and whose back looked appealing. "Black hair with blue lights in it!" said Garstin. "What a beauty!"
The worst of it is that so often when we do for a moment feel we are on firm ground we find it either too hard for our feet or too flat for our liking." At that moment she thought of Sir Seymour Portman. "You think it is doubt which breeds fascination?" said Craven. "Alas for us if it is so," she answered, smiling. "The human race is a very unsatisfactory race," said Miss Van Tuyn.
"Angry! But I am not angry!" "Yes, you are. Tell me why." "How could I I'm really not angry. As if I could be angry with you!" "Then why are you so different?" "In what way am I different?" She did not answer, but said: "Did you hear what the baron and I were talking about at lunch?" "Just a few words." "I hope you didn't think I wished to join in gossip about Beryl Van Tuyn?" "Of course not."
He stretched out his hand, but she quickly moved the paper out of his reach. "Let us dine. You've kept me waiting for ages." Garstin sent a look to his waiter, and sat down opposite to Miss Van Tuyn with his back to the room. "I'll buy a Westminster going back," he observed. "Bisque! Bring a bottle of the Lanson, Raoul." He addressed the waiter in French. "Oui, m'sieu." "Well iced!"
And then Miss Van Tuyn had seen Arabian's eyes turn to her as he had said, but rather doubtfully: "I don't know whether I am." Garstin's eyes had said to her with sharp imperativeness: "Keep him! You're not to let him go!" And she had kept her promise; she had gone away from the studio with Arabian leaving Garstin smiling at the door. And at that moment she had almost hated Garstin.
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