Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
Oh，yes-Miss Grey.She has left，has she not?" "Yes-I'm very sorry about it-but ladies do take these fancies sometimeswhen they're not well.And there's no arguing with them.It's better to givein.Miss Grey was very sensible about it." "Had Lady Clarke always disliked her?" "No-that is to say，not disliked.As a matter of fact，I think she ratherliked her to begin with.But there，I mustn't keep you gossiping.My patientwill be wondering what has become of us." She led us upstairs to a room on the first floor. What had at one time been a bedroom had been turned into acheerful-looking sitting-room.
Jack Vettriano Painting
Lady Clarke was sitting in a big armchair near the window.She waspainfully thin，and her face had the grey，haggard look of one who suffersmuch pain.She had a slightly faraway，dreamy look，and I noticed that thepupils of her eyes were mere pin-points. "This is M.Poirot whom you wanted to see，"said Nurse Capstick in herhigh，cheerful voice. "Oh，yes，M.Poirot，"said Lady Clarke vaguely. She extended her hand. "My friend Captain Hastings，Lady Clarke." "How do you do?So good of you both to come."
Jack Vettriano Painting