Part Two
Chapter 9: Lucy As a Work of Art
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"You ought to find a tenant at once," he said maliciously. "It
would be a perfect paradise for a bank clerk."
"Exactly!" said Sir Harry excitedly. "That is exactly what I
fear, Mr. Vyse. It will attract the wrong type of people. The
train service has improved--a fatal improvement, to my mind. And
what are five miles from a station in these days of bicycles?"
"Rather a strenuous clerk it would be," said Lucy.
Cecil, who had his full share of mediaeval mischievousness,
replied that the physique of the lower middle classes was
improving at a most appalling rate. She saw that he was laughing
at their harmless neighbour, and roused herself to stop him.
"Sir Harry!" she exclaimed, "I have an idea. How would you like
spinsters?"
"My dear Lucy, it would be splendid. Do you know any such?"
"Yes; I met them abroad."
"Gentlewomen?" he asked tentatively.
"Yes, indeed, and at the present moment homeless. I heard from
them last week--Miss Teresa and Miss Catharine Alan. I'm really
not joking. They are quite the right people. Mr. Beebe knows
them, too. May I tell them to write to you?"
"Indeed you may!" he cried. "Here we are with the difficulty
solved already. How delightful it is! Extra facilities--please
tell them they shall have extra facilities, for I shall have no
agents' fees. Oh, the agents! The appalling people they have sent
me! One woman, when I wrote--a tactful letter, you know--asking
her to explain her social position to me, replied that she would
pay the rent in advance. As if one cares about that! And several
references I took up were most unsatisfactory--people swindlers,
or not respectable. And oh, the deceit! I have seen a good deal
of the seamy side this last week. The deceit of the most
promising people. My dear Lucy, the deceit!"
She nodded.
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