Newman perceived that prosperity agreed with her.

The little thin-lipped, peremptory air with which she had addressed her father on the occasion of their former meeting had given place to the most lingering and caressing tones.
"What sort of pictures do you desire ?" she asked.

"Sacred, or profane ?" "Oh, a few of each," said Newman.

"But I want something bright and gay." "Something gay?
There is nothing very gay in this solemn old Louvre.

But we will see what we can find.