Mrs. Warren's Daughter eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 472 pages of information about Mrs. Warren's Daughter.

Mrs. Warren's Daughter eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 472 pages of information about Mrs. Warren's Daughter.

Going to the C. and C. Bank, Temple Bar branch, to take stock of Vivie’s affairs, he found a Thousand pounds had been paid in to her current account.  Ascertaining the name of the payee to be L.M.  Praed, he hurried off at the first opportunity to Praed’s studio.  Praed was entertaining a large party of young men and women to tea and the exhibition of some wild futurist drawings and a few rather striking designs for stage scenery and book covers.  David had perforce to keep his questions bottled up and take part in the rather vapid conversation that was going on between young men with glabre faces and high-pitched voices and women with rather wild eyes.

[It struck David about this time that women were getting a little out of hand, strained, over-inclined to laugh mirthless laughter, greedy for sensuality, sensation, sincerity, sweetmeats.  Something.  Even if they satisfied some fleeting passion or jealousy by marrying, they soon wanted to be de-married, separated, divorced, to don male costume, to go on the amateur stage and act Salome parts on Sunday afternoons that most ladies of the real Stage had refused; while the men that went about with them in these troops from restaurant to restaurant, studio to studio, music hall to cafe chantant, Brighton to Monte Carlo, Sandown to Goodwood, were shifty, too well-dressed, too near neutrality in sex, without defined professions, known by nicknames only, spend-thrifts, spongers, bankrupts, and collectors of needless bric-a-brac.]

However this mob at last quitted Praddy’s premises and he and David were left alone.

Praed yawned, and almost intentionally knocked over an easel with a semi-obscene drawing on it of a Sphynx with swelling breasts embracing a lean young man against his will.

David:  “Praddy! why do you tolerate such people and why prostitute your studio to such unwholesome art?”

Praed:  “My dear David!  This is indeed Satan rebuking sin.  Why there are three designs here—­one I’ve just knocked over—­beastly, wasn’t it?—­that you left with me when you went off at a tangent to South Africa....  Really, we ought to have some continuity you know....

“But I agree with you....  I’m sick of the whole business of this Nouvel Art and L’Art Nouveau, about Aubrey Beardsley and the disgusting ’nineties generally—­But what will you?  If Miss Vivie Warren had condescended to accept me as a husband she might have brought a wholesome atmosphere into my life and swept away all this ... inspired me perhaps with some final ambition for the little that remains of my stock of energy....  Heigh-ho!  Well:  what is the quarrel now?  The life I lead, the people who come here?”

David:  “No.  I hardly came about that; though dear old Praddy, I wish I had time to look after you ...  Perhaps later....  No:  what I came to ask was:  what did you mean the other day by paying in a Thousand Pounds to Vivie Warren’s account at her bank?  She’s not in want of money so far as I know, and you can’t be so very rich, even though you design three millionaire’s houses a year.  Who gave you the money to pay in to my—­to Vivie’s account?”

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