It is only the vulgar that hold a different opinion.' 'Shall we look at the pictures, Mr.Barfoot ?' 'Oh, I am so sorry.

I have been wasting your time--' Nervously disclaiming any such thought, Monica, rose and drew near to the canvases.

They walked on together for some ten minutes, until Barfoot, who had turned to look at a passing figure, said in his ordinary voice-- 'I think that is Mr.Widdowson on the other side of the room.' Monica looked quickly round, and saw her husband, as if occupied with the pictures, glancing in her direction..