Mary smiled at him through her welling eyes.
“I’m not fit to do it,” she said, folding the wet spots of her handkerchief under. “But still, I’d rather not refuse. If I might try it, I’d like to do so. If I could do it well, it would be a finer monument—to him”—
“Than brass or marble,” said Dr. Sevier. “Yes, more to his liking.”
“Well,” said Mary again, “if you think I can do it I’ll try it.”
“Very well. There’s one place you can go to, to begin with, to-morrow morning, if you choose. I’ll give you the number. It’s just across here in Casa Calvo street.”
“Narcisse’s aunt?” asked Mary, with a soft gleam of amusement.
“Yes. Have you been there already?”
She had; but she only said:—
“There’s one thing that I’m afraid will go against me, Doctor, almost everywhere.” She lifted a timid look.
The Doctor looked at her inquiringly, and in his private thought said that it was certainly not her face or voice.