Rudolf Ernst paintings

Rudolf Ernst paintings
Robert Campin paintings
Rembrandt paintings
Raphael paintings
While he watched her he was aware that Lefferts and Chivers, on reaching the farther side of the street corner, had discreetly struck away across Fifth Avenue. It was the kind of masculine solidarity that he himself often practised; now he sickened at their connivance. Did she really imagine that he and she could live like this? And if not, what else did she imagine?
``Tomorrow I must see you -- somewhere where we can be alone,'' he said, in a voice that sounded almost angry to his own ears.
She wavered, and moved toward the carriage.
``But I shall be at Granny's -- for the present that is,'' she added, as if conscious that her change of plans required some explanation.
``Somewhere where we can be alone,'' he insisted.
She gave a faint laugh that grated on him.
``In New York? But there are no churches . . . no monuments.''
``There's the Art Museum -- in the Park,'' he explained, as she looked puzzled. ``At half-past two. I shall be at the door . . .''