He had reached home long after tea-time; she, with her natural sagacity, had not waited tea for him.

Now she had prepared a rather special tea for the adventurer, and she was sitting opposite to him at the little table, with nothing to do but listen and refill his cup.
"Well," she said mildly, and without the least surprise at his figures, "I don't know what he could have been thinking of--your Priam Farll! I call it just silly.

It isn't as if there wasn't enough picture-galleries already.

When what there are are so full that you can't get in--then it will be time enough to think about fresh ones.

I've been to the National Gallery twice, and upon my word I was almost the only person there! And it's free too! People don't _want_ picture-galleries.