'I didn't know you ever came here,' she said, as they shook hands.
'It's a curious coincidence I should meet you when, for once in my life,
I come to study the Primitives,' said Cecil.
He then seated himself beside her.
'Don't you think all that '—he waved his hand towards the pictures—'is rather a superstition?'
'Perhaps; but it's glorious, I think. These are the only pictures that give me perfect satisfaction. All others, however good they are, have the effect of making me restless,' said Hyacinth.
'I haven't had a moment's rest,' said Cecil, 'since I saw you yesterday afternoon. Why were you so unkind?'
'Was it unkind?' she asked. Her face was illuminated.
They spent an hour together; had horrible tea in the dismal refreshment-room, and having agreed that it seemed a shame to spend a lovely day within these walls, he said—
'I don't think I've ever met you out of doors—in the open air, I mean.'
'It would be nice,' said Hyacinth.