Miss Carden took that opportunity to ask Mr. Coventry if he had noticed the picture with its face to the wall. He said he had.
“Do you know who it is?”
“No idea.”
“Did you read the inscription?”
“No. But, if you are curious, I'll go back to the dining-room, and read it.”
“I'm afraid he might be angry. There is no excuse for going there now.”
“Send me for your pocket-handkerchief.”
“Please see whether I have left my pocket-handkerchief in the dining-room, Mr. Coventry,” said Grace, demurely.
Mr. Coventry smiled, and hurried away. But he soon came back to say that the candles were all out, the windows open, and the servants laying the cloth for supper.
“Oh, never mind, then,” said Grace; “when we go in to supper I'll look myself.”