you an old newspaper to put on this chair? And if you'll hand me the curtain rod. There's something perfectly ruthless about her—and as for her flower paintings, they frighten me to death. Those obscene calla lilies! Are these folds all right?"
"Just a teeny bit more—there. But surely you don't take her paintings seriously, do you, Gobby? Nobody does, do they, except, of course, poor darling old Boyd herself? Oh, oh, how sweet it looks! The curtains make all the difference in the world!"
"It's a perfect background for you now."
"Is it, Gobby? Am I nice enough for this lovely room? How good you've all been about helping me—I can't imagine why! You, Elliott"
"Oh, that reminds me—I saw Elliott, and he said he was coming over. He was going to stop at Donatia Platt's first for her book of Beardsley drawings he said he'd promised to lend you!"
"I think he's in love with Donatia."
