"The place seems quite dull without them, Wolff," he remarked. "I think I shall try to see more of my relatives, but we must make up for lost time, Wolff. Why, since the ladies have been here we have neglected work shamefully."
"It has been a pleasant time, Lord Pit Town, for me, for I love enthusiasm in the young. It has never yet been my fortune to meet with so delightful and innocent a thirst for information as that displayed by the charming Miss Warrender. The soul's confessions of that dear young lady were delightful in their naïve innocence. She has learnt much during her stay here of the canons of true art; it will be to me an ever-to-be-remembered epoch."
The old lord looked up from the great manuscript catalogue raisonné at the German doctor.
"So she made a fool of you too, Wolff, did she?"
"My lord, she respected me too much to attempt to make a fool of me. She, the young neophyte, recognized in me a humble priest of art."
"Ah, Wolff," said the old lord with a look at the great portrait of Barbara Chudleigh, "there are some women who don't even respect doctors of philosophy."
