LILACFrederick Anstey moved the Rodin Balzac a little so that the light of the spring evening should catch the strong curve of the nose and the high broad lines of the forehead.
‘Marvellous!’ he murmured, as though he had never seen it before. ‘And he put a lot of extra work into this one. In fact there’s not two of them alike. The one Mr. Bernard Shaw has . . .’
‘Yes,’ said Mr. Litehouse cautiously. ‘If only it weren’t so like Lloyd George. I should never be able to get it out of my head. “Why, it’s the image of Lloyd George,” was the very first thing my wife said when she came in to see it yesterday. And you can’t deny. . . . Two hundred guineas, did you say?’ he asked with sudden suspicion, as though Frederick Anstey might have forgotten what he had said.
‘Two hundred,’ said Frederic
