"Wait until you see it!" He experienced a shade of dejection, and there was an instant's silence between them, during which it seemed to Janet that the world was made over again.
"That young woman!" She disloyally extracted the last suggestion of indifference out of the phrase, and found it the sweetest she had heard for months.

But her brain whirled with the effort to decide what it could possibly mean.
"I hope you have made it as beautiful as Elfrida is," she cried, with sharp self-reproof.

"It must have been difficult to do that." "I have made it--what she is, I think," he answered, again with that sudden gravity.

"It is so like my conception of her which I have never felt permitted to explain to you, that I feel as if I had stolen a march upon her.
You must see it.

When will you come?
It goes in the day after to-morrow, but I can't wait for your opinion till it's hung." "I like your calm reliance upon the Committee," Janet laughed.