In Friendship's Guise by Wm. Murray Graydon
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dangerous one, as the Hollander laughingly suggested. Jack applied the
finishing touches at his studio, and artfully gave the canvas an appearance of age. He was to receive the promised payment when he delivered the painting at the Hotel Netherlands, and he had confidently expected it. But, as has been seen, Martin Von Whele had gone home in haste, leaving no letter or message. For the present there was no likelihood of getting a cheque from him. The brightness of the day aggravated Jack's disappointment as he walked back to the little street just off the Boulevard St. Germain. He tried to look cheerful as he mounted the stairs and threw the duplicate Rembrandt into a corner of the studio, behind a stack of unfinished sketches. Diane entered from the bedroom, ravishingly dressed for the street in a costume that well set off her perfect figure. She was a picture of beauty with her ivory complexion, her mass of dark brown hair, and the wonderfully large and deep eyes that had been one of her chief charms at the Folies Bergere. "Good boy!" she cried. "You did not keep me waiting long. But you look as glum as a bear. What is the matter?" Jack explained briefly, in an appealing voice. "I'm awfully sorry for your sake, dear," he added. "We are down to our last twenty-franc piece, but in another fortnight--" "Then you won't take me?" "How can I? Don't be unreasonable." |
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