“It is a great art,” she said in broken English. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. He had but to give his orders. Mrs Sindlesham raised her brows. Then Courtlaw looked across at her with a white puzzled face. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. Apparently, Jonathan perceived he was an object of scrutiny; for, hastily dismissing his attendant, he walked towards the knight. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself.
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