But the new
pictures did not interest him. "My thoughts are elsewhere."
And turning from the new Titian, it seemed to him that he might drive
to Victoria Street; Harding's work must be over for the day.
"My dear Harding, you don't mind my interrupting you?" And he envied
his friend's interest in his manuscripts when the writer put them
away.
"You are not disturbing me; my secretary didn't come to-day, and
everything is habit. I can no longer write except by dictation."
"If I had known that I would have called in the morning."
"Again some drama in which Evelyn Innes is concerned," Harding said
to himself.
"Harding, I have come to ask your advice; you'll give me the very
best. But you will have to hear the whole story."
"Well, I am a story-teller, and like to hear stories."
Owen told him how he had met Ulick Dean at Innes', and had invited
him to stop at Berkeley Square, and how gradually the idea that he
could make use of Ulick in order to tempt Evelyn back to the stage
had come into his mind. Anything to save her from religion, from
Monsignor.
Owen caught Harding looking at him from under his shaggy eyebrows,
and anger had begun to colour his cheeks when Harding said:
"Don't you remember, Asher, coming here a couple of years ago, and--"
"Yes, I know.
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