It was as though for the first time she connected the man himself with his reputation and his pictures, that the great artist in him was more than a name to her.

She listened to him sympathetically, and looked at the window closely, as though trying to follow all he had been saying.

But it struck Mrs.Stuart that there was often a bewilderment in her manner which had been strange to it on her first entrance into London.

Those strong emphatic ways Kendal had first noticed in her were less frequent.

Sometimes she struck Mrs.Stuart as having the air of a half-blindfold person trying to find her way along strange roads.
They passed out into the cool and darkness of the cloisters, and through the new buildings, and soon they were in the Broad Walk, trees as old as the Commonwealth bending overhead, and in front the dazzling green of the June meadows, the shining river in the distance, and the sweep of cloud-flecked blue arching in the whole.
The gentlemen were waiting for them, metamorphosed in boating-clothes, and the two boats were ready.