A Comedy of Masks: A NovelDowson, Ernest Christopher
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A Comedy of Masks: A Novel
Dowson, Ernest Christopher
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Charles, who had looked up sharply at the first mention of the name,
which had so disturbed the usually imperturbable Rainham, fixed his
interrogative glasses first on the latter and then on Lightmark, and
finally let them rest, with an expression of inquiring censure, on
Rainham, whose confusion savoured to his mind so unmistakably of
guilt that "Gentlemen of the jury" rose almost automatically to his
lips. Nor did Rainham's attempt to smooth matters assist him.
"I must have seen the girl at the studio," he said, "when Lightmark
was painting her. It's certainly a striking likeness, and that's
what astonished me, you know. Almost like seeing a ghost. Ah, that
little fellow used to sit for Lightmark in Rome--little sunburnt
ruffian. We picked him up on the Ghetto, almost starving, and he got
quite an artistic connection before we left. He was positively
growing too fat; prosperity spoiled him as a model."
"Really?" said Eve listlessly. "I don't think I want to look at any
more drawings; one can have too much of a good thing, and it must be
time for us to go. We're dining out, and Charles doesn't like
dressing in a hurry. Yes, mamma is buttoning her gloves. Good-bye,
Mr. Rainham. Shall we see you again before we go to Switzerland? Ah,
well, let's hope so. Au revoir, Mr. Lightmark. If you really think
it's worth while for me to give you a solitary sitting next
week----"
"If you would be so good. You see, I should have some ideas to go on
with. Don't I deserve some reward, too, for allowing Rainham to
monopolize you all the afternoon? And if you don't give me a sitting
now, I'm afraid you will forget all about it when you come back to
town; whereas, if we make a beginning, you will have to see it
through--you will be compromised."
"What a stupid expression!" thought Mrs. Sylvester as the carriage
rolled along the Kensington highroad.
Charles was unusually silent during the drive. The subject which
occupied his thoughts was not one which he would have dreamed of
ventilating even with his mother, and Eve's presence seemed to
render the faintest allusion to it impracticable.
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