Whereupon she sprang up, came down from her pedestal to look at the picture, called mademoiselle to see--praised--laughed--and all was calm again.

Only Fenwick was left once more reflecting that she was Welby's champion through thick and thin.

And this ruffled him.
'Did Mr.Welby study mostly in Italy ?' he asked her presently, as he fetched a hand-glass, in which to examine his morning's work.
'Mostly--but also in Vienna.' And, to keep the ball rolling, she described a travel-year--apparently before her marriage--which she, Lord Findon, a girl friend of hers, and Welby had spent abroad together--mainly in Rome, Munich, and Vienna--for the purpose, it seemed, of Welby's studies.

The experiences she described roused a kind of secret exasperation in Fenwick.

And what was really resentment against the meagreness of his own lot showed itself, as usual, in jealousy.