It was a
cheerful, irresponsible, shamelessly hard-up family in the key of faded green and
flattened purple, and the girls went on from the High School to the Fadden Art
School and a bright, eventful life of art student dances, Socialist meetings,
theatre galleries, talking about work, and even, at intervals, work; and ever and
again they drew Ann Veronica from her sound persistent industry into the circle
of these experiences. In
her usual style, she interviewed him for his life and was
pleased that he liked nothing more than to talk about
himself. “You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a
lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!”
This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. She
became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a
bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. It was a bogus affair
altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. Earles watched her anxiously.
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