Agnes did her best to reassure her, when she had seen her portfolio of
water colour sketches--some of them charming open-air studies and others
of the picturesque peasantry of the Biscayan provinces. She felt sure,
she said, that if her drawings done by the direction of Mr. Westwood,
were of the same quality as those in the portfolio, the publishers would
be quite satisfied with them. Clare kissed her friend a dozen times in
acknowledgment of her kind encouragement, but afterwards she shook her
head despondently.
“It is one thing to draw for my own amusement--to make these simple
records of the places which I have visited and the people I hove seen,
but quite another thing to illustrate a serious book--a book that is
worth twenty-five thousand pounds. Just think of it! My drawings in a
book that is worth such a sum--a book that will be in everybody's hands
in the course of a month or two!” she cried, as she paced the room
excitedly. “Oh yes; I know what every one will say: It would be far
better if so valuable a book had not had its pages disfigured by such
amateurish efforts! Oh yes; I have seen the criticisms in the English
papers. I know what they will say. Oh, what a fool I was to agree to do
the drawings!”
“I don't think that you need be at all afraid to face such a task,” said
Agnes. “But if you are, why not write to Mr. Westwood, telling him that
you repent?”
“Oh, I would be far more afraid to face him after that than to face the
drawings,” cried the girl.
“What would Mr. Westwood think of any one who would break a compact?”
Agnes looked at her in silence for a few moments. She was tempted to
tell Clare the full story of the compact which she had once made with
that man, and the way in which he had broken it, ignoring the fact that
it had ever been entered into by either of them. She felt tempted to
ask her if the susceptibilities of such a man on the subject of
compacts--especially those made with women--were to be greatly
respected; but she controlled herself, and when Clare sat down with
tearful eyes, she did her best to comfort her.
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