There was a pause. They came back into the room, and Cecily, with a look of hesitation, asked quietly:
"Have you heard of late from Reuben?"
Miriam, with averted eyes, answered simply, "No." Again there was silence, until Cecily, moving about the room, came to the "St. Cecilia."
"So my patron saint is always before you. I am glad of that. Where is the original of this picture, Miriam? I forget."
"I never knew."
"Oh, I wished to speak to you of Mr. Mallard. You met him yesterday. Had you much conversation?"
"A good deal. He dined with us."
"Did he? I thought it possible. And do you like him?"
"I couldn't say until I knew him better."
"It isn't easy to know him, I think," said Cecily, in a reflective and perfectly natural tone, smiling thoughtfully. "But he is a very interesting man, and I wish he would be more friendly with me. I tried
