We hafe a great man at Wuerzburg." "I don't suppose he professes to know anything about English pictures, does he ?" asked Lady Barnes with scorn.
"Ach!--I do not propose that Mrs.Barnes entrust him wid dese pictures, Madame.

It is now too late." And the willowy German looked, with a half-repressed smile, at the row of pictures--all staring at the bystander with the same saucer eyes, the same wooden arms, and the same brilliance of modern paint and varnish, which not even the passage of four years since it was applied had been able greatly to subdue.
Lady Barnes lifted shoulders and eyes--a woman's angry protest against the tyranny of knowledge.
"All the same, they are my forbears, my kith and kin," she said, with emphasis.

"But of course Mrs.Barnes is mistress here: I suppose she will do as she pleases." The German stared politely at the carpet.

It was now Daphne's turn to shrug.

She threw herself into a chair, with very red cheeks, one foot hanging over the other, and the fingers of her hands, which shone with diamonds, tapping the chair impatiently.