"Something that is quite new to me.

Do you mind if I put it in a better light ?" Her voice had wonderfully changed; it expressed a curious interest and self-control.

In effect that was all she felt for the moment; she had a dull consciousness of a blow, but did not yet quite understand being struck.

She was gathering herself together as she looked, growing conscious of her hurt and of her resentment.
Kendal was silent, cursing himself inwardly for not having destroyed the thing the day after he had let himself do it.
"Yes," she said, placing it on an easel at an oblique angle with the north window of the room, "it is better so." She stepped back a few paces to look at it, and stood immovable, searching every detail.

"It does you credit," she said slowly; "immense credit.