“I have no idea. Perhaps my father was playing around with ideas for a novel.”
“Valadon has some intriguing similarities I suppose. She too had an accident, falling from a trapeze whilst working in a circus. She turned her hand to painting, modelled for Lautrec and struggled on in a world dominated by men to make her mark. She had affairs with some of the most famous Impressionists, notably Renoir. He painted her a number of times.”
“How do you know all this stuff?”
Sir Henry laughed at Lambert's look. “My dear boy, I have all the time in the world to nurture all of my interests.”
“You think my father was planning out a new novel about these two?” Lambert leaned forward, all of his attention focused on this old friend of the family, a man whose encyclopaedic knowledge fascinated him. “
