“I thought,” said she smiling, “I should have found the place deserted. It is Saturday afternoon.”
“It is deserted,” John assured her, “but for me and Corin.” He indicated the indefatigably industrious figure aloft.
She smiled.
“I came,” said she, “with the intention of having a private view, a little secret examination of the paintings Mr. Elmore was uncovering.”
“Oh!” said John. And then dubiously, “The uncovered paintings are, as you see, at a goodly height above us.”
“Yes.” Her voice was regretful.
John heard the regret.
“I wonder—” he began.
“I could,” she assured him, with swift realization of his unspoken thought.
He glanced towards the ladder.