"And is that all you see?"
"All I see? I see it has a meaning, of course, but—"
Junia's throat felt dry.
"Don't you—don't you recognize anybody?"
"Who? The Brasshead woman? I shouldn't know her from Eve."
Junia crept nearer.
"'The Brasshead woman'? Who's she? What are you talking about?"
"Why, the model who sat for it. Hubert told me all about her. He said she wasn't his ideal for the part—rather a poor lot as a woman—but he couldn't get anyone better." She added, on examining the features, "I don't think she's bad, considering what he wanted."
"Doesn't she—doesn't she remind you of—of Bob's wife?"
"About as much as she does of you. Surely that's not the reason why you hid the thing away!"