'Do you like it?' said Cynthia at last.
Mrs. Hennifer sighed involuntarily.
'It is the antipodes to yours, dearest.'
'So dark? But so was Anthony's.'
'And the expression——'
'Yes. Theo disliked it when first we all met. I did not think about him then. But every one cannot be like Anthony—have that awfully sweet look, you know.'
'That look would have become very dear to you in pain or trouble.'
Cynthia flushed, then shook her head.
'This is very dear to me now,' she said. 'And I feel as though Lucius wants happiness and brightness, and I can give them. Sometimes Anthony nearly made me cry, and it vexed me always that I could not give what he wanted, at least——' she faltered and turned away.