“Oh, they’d think of all sorts of ways, if they really wanted to help!”
“They wouldn’t, though,” he said gloomily. “They’ve got all sorts of prejudices....”
“If they could see her, and get to know her, it would be all right.”
“My aunt has seen her, you know!”
“Yes, but don’t you see! Now she’s the wife of the distinguished artist Lawrence Iverson! Think what a difference that makes!”
“I never thought of her—like that.... And you think they could help her?”
“I’m sure of it! And you know, dear Mr. Landry, people love to be associated with Artists. As Mrs. Lawrence Iverson, you know, she’s really a most interesting figure. Someone might be induced to set her up in an Antique Shop, or something like that.”
In the end they decided that Mrs. Allanby and Caroline should be suddenly confronted with Rosaleen in this new and impressive rôle.
“But we can’t tell Rosaleen!” said Miss Waters. “She’d never consent. She’s so retiring. I’ll tell you what! I’ll give a studio party, next Saturday evening, and if you’ll bring them, I’ll get Rosaleen here. Will you?”