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Eileen’s strength returned slowly. It was the middle of April before
she ventured out to Rye, a pallid wraith of her former self. Griff and
Laura were afraid for her ... a fear that was transformed into action
by the potent chemistry of a woman’s mind.
“Round up a bunch of Lary’s patrons,” Mrs. Ramsay said in her decisive
way, “and convince them that they ought to send him abroad to buy
furnishings for their new homes. He and Judith can take Eileen along.
The sea voyage will--”
“Capital!” Griff cut in. “Only yesterday I had Parkinson on my neck for
an hour, howling about the difficulty of getting draperies and rugs for
the stunning place Lary has made of his old junk heap. Commissioned a
fellow in Paris to send him some things and--Lord love us! You should
have seen the consignment! It wasn’t the price. But Parkinson hates to
be laughed at, when he’s been stung.”
“Lary’s orderly mind would take care of the needs of a dozen men like
Parkinson, and it would give him a chance to see Europe--right!”