'And
three columns at least. Fine!'
It might have consoled Lord Dawlish somewhat, as he lay awake
that night, to have known that the man who had taken Claire from
him--though at present he was not aware of such a man's
existence--also slept ill.
13
Lady Wetherby sat in her room, writing letters. The rest of the
household were variously employed. Roscoe Sherriff was prowling
about the house, brooding on campaigns of publicity. Dudley
Pickering was walking in the grounds with Claire. In a little
shack in the woods that adjoined the high-road, which he had
converted into a temporary studio, Lord Wetherby was working on a
picture which he proposed to call 'Innocence', a study of a small
Italian child he had discovered in Washington Square. Lady
Wetherby, who had been taken to see the picture, had suggested
'The Black Hand's Newest Recruit' as a better title than the one
selected by the artist.
It is a fact to be noted that of the entire household only Lady
Wetherby could fairly be described as happy. It took very little to
make Lady Wetherby happy. Fine weather, good food, and a complete
abstention from classical dancing--give her these and she asked no
more. She was, moreover, delighted at Claire's engagement. It
seemed to her, for she had no knowledge of the existence of Lord
Dawlish, a genuine manifestation of Love's Young Dream.
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