Fenwick's Career

by Mrs. Humphry Ward

'Heard what?'

'Why, that your two pictures are accepted!—and will be admirably hung—both on the line, and one in the big room.'

The colour rushed again into Fenwick's cheeks.

'Are you sure?' he stammered, looking from one to the other.

Lord Findon gave his authority, and then Eugénie held out her hand.

'We are so glad!'

She had thrown back the gauze veil in which she had shrouded herself during her drive with her father, and her charming face—still so pale!—shone in sympathy.

Fenwick awkwardly accepted her congratulation, and shook the proffered hand.

'I expect it's your doing,' he said, abruptly.

'Not in the least!' cried Lord Findon. His eye twinkled. 'My dear fellow, what are you thinking of? These are the days of merit, and publicity!—when every man comes to his own.' Fenwick grinned a little. 'You've earned your success anyway, and it'll be a thumper. Now look here, where can we talk business?'