I shall turn up again like the proverbial bad penny." "All the same, make it a promise," he urged.
"I promise, then, you distrustful man! But about Molly ?" "I don't think you need worry about her." Selwyn laughed a little.

"The sudden accession to wealth is accounted for.

It seems that she has sold a picture." "Oh! So that's the explanation, is it ?" Sara felt unaccountably relieved.
"Yes--though goodness knows how she has beguiled any one into buying one of her daubs!" "Oh, they're quite good, really, Doctor Dick.

It's only that Futurist Art doesn't appeal to you." "Not exactly! She showed me one of her paintings the other day.

It looked like a bad motor-bus accident in a crowded street, and she told me that it represented the physical atmosphere of a woman who had just been jilted." Sara laughed suddenly and hysterically.
"How--how awfully funny!" she said in an odd, choked voice.