Miss Ferrol gazed at her silently for a few moments. Then she asked her a question in a low voice, specially mellowed, so that it might not alarm her.
"Do you know who John Stuart Mill is?" she said.
"No," she replied from the dust of humiliation.
"Have you never heard—just heard—of Ruskin?"
"No."
"Nor of Michael Angelo?"
"N-no—ye-es, I think so—perhaps, but I don't know what he did."
"Do you," she continued, very slowly, "do—you—know—anything—about—Worth?"
"No, nothing."
Her questioner clasped her hands with repressed emotion.