“Miss Grace?”
“Well, Mr. Newt.”
“You observe the engraving of the Madonna?”
“Yes.”
“You see the two cherubs below looking up?”
“Yes.”
“You see the serene sweetness of their faces?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know what it is?”
Grace Plumer looks as if curiously speculating. Sligo Moultrie can not help hearing every word, although he pares a peach and offers it to Miss Magot.