her tea , and seemed to speculate , so Denham thoughtthink, upon the duty of filling somebody else ’s cup , but she was really wonderingwonderhow she was going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest .
CHAPTER 1 The studio was filled with the rich odourodourof roses , and when the light summer windwindstirredstiramidst the trees of the garden , there came through the open door the heavy scentscentof the lilac , or the more delicate perfumeperfumeof the pink-flowering thorn .