Part 23 (2/2)
”That man--” she said abruptly.
”I was just wondering when we should get to him!” interjected Garstin.
”I thought your old dowager wouldn't keep us away from him for long.”
”I suppose you know by this time, d.i.c.k, that I don't care in the least what you think of me.”
”The only reason I bother about you is because you are a thoroughly independent cuss and have a d.a.m.ned fine head.”
”Why don't you paint me?”
”I may come to it. But if I do I'm mortally afraid they'll make an academician of me. Go on about your man.”
”Didn't you think him a wonderful type?”
”Yes.”
”Tell me! If you want to paint someone, what do you do?”
”Do? Go up and tell him or her to come along to the studio.”
”Whether you know them or not?”
”Of course.”
”You ought to paint that man.”
”Just because you want me to pick hum up and then introduce him to you.
I don't paint for reasons of that kind.”
”Have you ever seen him before to-night?”
”Yes. I saw him last night.”
”For the first time?”
”Yes.”
”At the Cafe Royal?”
”Yes.”
”What do you think he is?”
”Probably a successful blackmailer.”
For some obscure reason Miss Van Tuyn felt outraged by this opinion of Garstin.
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