"What will he say," she said, "when he finds out that I'm going on with
my work under his very eyes, so to speak, in Ballymoy?"
Meldon sat up suddenly.
"You don't mean that? Surely you can't intend--"
"Now you're shocked," said Miss King, "and you said you wouldn't be."
"I am a little. I didn't think I could be. But I am. I never
imagined--"
"But that's exactly what I'm going to Ballymoy for. I want complete
quiet in a lonely place where I shan't be disturbed."
"Of course, it's no business of mine," said Meldon. "But don't you
think that perhaps you've done enough?"
"No. I have a great deal to do yet. If it were simply a question of
earning money--"
Meldon looked at her. She was very well dressed. The bag which lay
open at her side was fitted with silver-topped bottles. Her cigarette
case appeared to be of gold. She was travelling first class. She had
taken Ballymoy House for two months. He was quite ready to believe
that she did not want money.
"Do you mean to say that you're doing it simply for amusement?" he
asked.
"No. Not amusement." Her voice dropped to a kind of solemn whisper.
"For the love of my art.
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