So they were when Philip entered, and saw, to all intents and purposes, the Virgin and Child, with Donor.
“Hullo!” he exclaimed; for he was glad to find things in such cheerful trim.
She did not greet him, but rose up unsteadily and handed the baby to his father.
“No, do stop!” whispered Philip. “I got your note. I’m not offended; you’re quite right. I really want you; I could never have done it alone.”
No words came from her, but she raised her hands to her mouth, like one who is in sudden agony.
“Signorina, do stop a little—after all your kindness.”
She burst into tears.
“What is it?” said Philip kindly.
She tried to speak, and then went away weeping bitterly.
The two men stared at each other. By a common impulse they ran on to the loggia. They were just in time to see Miss Abbott disappear among the trees.