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Updated: June 14, 2025
She wore a close-fitting dress of black, and had a string of pale corals round her neck. "Good-evening, Mr Sharnall," she said. "I hope you are not very wet" and gave a quick glance of inquiry at Westray. The organist did not appear pleased at seeing her. He grunted testily, and, saying "Where is your aunt?
Westray was irritated by the hint that he knew little of art, and his sympathy for his landlady in her family attachment to the picture was much discounted by what he knew must be wilful exaggeration as to its selling value. Miss Joliffe read his thoughts, and took a piece of paper from her pocket. "I have here," she said, "an offer of fifty pounds for the picture from some gentlemen in London.
In taking the architect round the place, in showing this place that his ancestors had possessed for so many generations, in talking of his plans for a future that had only so recently become assured, he was in a manner conveying his thanks, and Westray knew it. Lady Blandamer was concerned for Westray.
"What do you think, Anastasia?" she said. "Mr Westray is going to London to-night, perhaps for some days." "Is he?" was all her niece's comment; but there was a languor and indifference in the voice, that might have sent the thermometer of the architect's affection from boiling-point to below blood-heat, if he could have heard her speak.
She did not directly mention the picture, but said how much they were obliged to him, and glanced for confirmation at Lord Blandamer. He looked at Westray, and said with deliberation: "I trust Mr Westray knows how fully I appreciate his generosity and courtesy." There was a moment's pause, and then Westray offered his hand. Lord Blandamer shook it cordially, and their eyes met for the last time.
Westray coloured again, and put his hand in his breast-pocket. Could he have been so foolish as to leave those half-finished lines on his desk for Lord Blandamer or anyone else to see? No, they were quite safe; he could feel the sharp edge of the paper folded lengthways, which differentiated them from ordinary letters.
Westray wondered where he had acquired it, though he asked no questions; but before the inspection was ended he found himself unconsciously talking to his companion of technical points, as to a professional equal and not to an amateur. They stopped for a moment under the central tower.
He had fallen back into his sneering tone, but there was something in his words that recalled a previous doubt, and led Westray to wonder whether Mr Sharnall had not lived so long with the Joliffes as to have become himself infected with Martin's delusions. His companion was pouring out more brandy, and the architect wished him good-night.
What do you think?" he put in as a rapid aside to the doctor. "Oh, I dare say if you take him in hand and coach him a little he will do all right," replied the doctor, raising his eyebrows for the organist's delectation. "Yes, this is all Le Bec's work," the Rector went on, turning back to Westray. "So sublime the simplicity of the Norman style, is it not?
I never dreamt of his taking it, but he did; and so, behold! there we were hobnobbing over the tea-table as if we were cronies." Westray was astonished.
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