A day or two afterwards Connie Deering, who had been a frequent visitor since Norma's flight, walked into the studio while Jimmie was working.
“Don't let me disturb you. Please go on,” she cried in her bright, airy way. “If you don't, I'll disappear. I've only come for a gossip.”
Jimmie drew a chair near the easel and resumed his brush. She congratulated him on the picture. It was shaping beautifully. She had been talking about it last night to Lord Hyston, who had promised to call at the studio to inspect it. Lord Hyston was a well-known buyer of modern work.
“He is stocking a castle in Wales, which he never goes near, with acres of paint,” she said encouragingly. “So I don't see why you should n't have a look in.”
“Is there a family ghost in the castle?”
“I believe there are two!”
“That's a blessing,” said Jimmie. “Some one, at any rate, will look at the pictures.”
She watched him in silence for a minute or two. Then she came to the important topic.
“So the two children have made up their minds at last.”
“Yes, they are to be married on the twenty-eighth of May.”