settle everything?"
"So that you may hand over to the nuns the money that the sale of
your pictures and furniture procures at Christie's?"
"Yes; leaving me just sufficient to go to America. I know I must
appear to you very wilful, but there are certain things one can only
settle for oneself."
"I can give you the address of my solicitor, a very capable and
trustworthy man, who will carry out your instructions."
"Thank you, Monsignor; and be sure nothing will happen to me in
America. In six months I shall be back."
Evelyn went away to Mr. Enterwick, the solicitor Monsignor
recommended, and the following month she sailed for America.
IV
Her pictures and furniture were on view at Christie's in the early
spring, and all Owen's friends met each other in the rooms and on
the staircase.
The pictures were to be sold on Saturday, the furniture, china, and
enamels on the following Monday.
"The pictures don't matter so much, although her own portrait is
going to be sold. But the furniture! Dear God, look at that brute
trying the springs of the sofa where I have sat so often with her.
And there is the chair on which I used to sit listening to her when
she sang. And her piano--why, my God, she is selling her piano!--
What is to become of that woman? A singer who sells her piano!"
"My dear friend, I suppose she had to sell everything or nothing?"
"But she'll have to buy another piano, and she might have kept the
one I gave her. It is extraordinary how religion hardens the heart,
Harding. Do you see that fellow, a great nose, lumpy shoulders,
trousers too short for him, a Hebrew barrel of grease--Rosental. You
know him; I bought that clock from him. He's looking into it to see
if anything has been broken, if it is in as good condition as when
he sold it. The brutes have all joined the 'knock-out,' and there--"
As he said these words young Mr. Rowe, who believed himself to be
connected with society, and who dealt largely in pictures, without,
however, descending to the vulgarity of shop-keeping (he would
resent being called a picture-dealer), approached and insisted on
Sir Owen listening to the story of his difficulties with some county
councillors who could not find the money to build an art gallery.
"But I object to your immortality being put on the rates."
"You write books, Mr. Harding; I can't."
As soon as he left them, Harding, who knew the dealer kind, the
original stock and the hybrid, told a
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