![]() When I was a young man I often used to look up from Walkergate at the windows of this room. When I first came here they were always in each other’s bedrooms, but she keeps herself to herself now except when Mrs Knight comes. She likes to go to him when she does, which isn’t often. I don’t think Mr Fred comes in here very often. She doesn’t like being interrupted when she’s doing that. ![]() ![]() She places them on Mr Fred’s easel in the drawing room and spends hours pacing up and down looking at them. Oh, I see the pictures when they’re finished. She doesn’t want anyone to see what goes on in there. She has her studio in the attic and doesn’t even let Mr Fred in there. She doesn’t belong in this room anyway when she paints. When she paints she’s someone I don’t know at all – she looks like a *****. They’re quite different like she’s two different people. She has two wardrobes, what I call her Mrs Fred clothes and her ‘Mrs Knight’ clothes. She’ll call me into her bedroom to tell me what she wants done with her laundry. It’s a big house and apart from Janet and Elsie in the mornings I look after the place, and her when necessary. I come in here when she’s out and I’ve done the necessary. I don’t know where she goes, but she’s usually back about 9.0, and Mr Fred has his tea by himself. Wednesday afternoon she’s often in a hurry. Changed her frock, left me a list and her letters on the hall table. A story in three movements after the painting by Mary Elwell* ![]()
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