26/40 We've got one ourselves--a sketch my grandfather bought. If you'll come into the hall I'll show it you." She followed obediently and, in a rather dark corner of the hall, Lord Buntingford pointed out an unfinished sketch of Lady Hamilton--one of the many Bacchante variants--the brown head bent a little under the ivy leaves in the hair, the glorious laughing eyes challenging the spectator. "Well, you'll see." He walked away, and Mrs.Friend stayed a few minutes more in front of the picture--thinking--and with half an ear listening for the sound of a motor. She was full of tremors and depression. "I was a fool to come--a fool to accept!" she thought. |