“Oh, do forgive me! I know I have. But there’s something so absolutely hideous in feeling like this about a man who—whom I—”
She broke off, and sat down on a sofa abruptly, almost as if her limbs had given way under her.
“I quite understand that. I’ve just been with the fellow.”
Miss Van Tuyn started up.
“You’ve seen him?”
“Yes.”
“Where? Here?”
“I went to Mr. Garstin’s studio to have a look at the portrait and say a word to him. While I was there Arabian called. I stayed on and sat with him for some time. Afterwards I walked with him to the building where he is living temporarily and went in.”
“Went in? You went into his flat!”
“As I say.”