CHAPTER XXX
"THE LADY PORTRAYED"
"It has taken you long, Miss Gray. I nearly sent Simpson up, to find
out what had happened."
"I am glad you did not do that, Mr. Dalmain. Simpson would have
found me weeping on the studio floor; and to ask his assistance
under those circumstances, would have been more humbling than
inquiring after the fly in the soup!"
Garth turned quickly in his chair. The artist-ear had caught the
tone which meant comprehension of his work.
"Weeping!" he said. "Why?"
"Because," answered Nurse Rosemary, "I have been entranced. These
pictures are so exquisite. They stir one's deepest depths. And yet
they are so pathetic--ah, SO pathetic; because you have made a plain
woman, beautiful."
Garth rose to his feet, and turned upon her a face which would have
blazed, had it not been sightless.
"A WHAT?" he exclaimed.
"A plain woman," repeated Nurse Rosemary, quietly. "Surely you
realised your model to be that. And therein lies the wonder of the
pictures.
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