Yet he manages to
afford a flat somewhere in Westminster, and he goes abroad to
Bruges and those sorts of places every year, and always dresses
well, and gives quite nice luncheon-parties in the season. You
can't do all that on two hundred a year, can you?"
"Does he write for any other papers?" queried Mrs. Troyle.
"No, you see he specializes so entirely on liturgy and
ecclesiastical architecture that his field is rather restricted.
He once tried the SPORTING AND DRAMATIC with an article on church
edifices in famous fox-hunting centres, but it wasn't considered
of sufficient general interest to be accepted. No, I don't see
how he can support himself in his present style merely by what he
writes."
"Perhaps he sells spurious transepts to American enthusiasts,"
suggested Clovis.
"How could you sell a transept?" said Mrs. Riversedge; "such a
thing would be impossible."
"Whatever he may do to eke out his income," interrupted Mrs.
Troyle, "he is certainly not going to fill in his leisure moments
by making love to my maid."
"Of course not," agreed her hostess; "that must be put a stop to
at once. But I don't quite know what we ought to do.
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