It had that priceless quality, at once noble and radiant, which distinguished all Priam's work.

It transformed the attic; and thousands of amateurs and students, from St.
Petersburg to San Francisco, would have gone into that attic with their hats off and a thrill in the spine, had they known what was there and had they been invited to enter and worship.

Priam himself was pleased; he was delighted; he was enthusiastic.

And he stood near the picture, glancing at it and then glancing at Alice, nervously, like a mother whose sister-in-law has come to look at the baby.

As for Alice, she said nothing.