“It is very like her, it is really very like her. I am much obliged to you, Harding, for having bought it. I shall come here to see it occasionally.”
“And I’ll present you with a key, so that when I am away you can spend your leisure in front of the picture…. Do you know whom I shall feel like? Like the friend of King Condules.”
“But she’ll not ask you to conspire to assassinate me. My murder would profit you nothing. All the same, Harding, now I come to think of it, there’s a good deal of that queen in Evelyn, or did she merely desire to take advantage of the excuse to get rid of her husband?”
“Ancient myths are never very explicit; one reads whatever psychology one likes into them. Perhaps that is why they never grow old.”
The door opened… Harding’s servant brought in a parcel of pro
