Now leaning against the mantelpiece, she reviewed her surroundings, first examining the three photographs of a corporal, a stout gentleman, and a boy belonging to the Nazzareno school, and then the three libellous oleographs representing the Royal Family.
'Franz, have you ever had your photograph taken?' she inquired, looking at herself in the mirror, and adjusting the bow on her hat.
'Yes, at Naples once, when I was a student,' he answered, turning over some Parliamentary records.
'And have you it now?'
'No, of course not.'
'If you had it, I should want it,' she insinuated in a voice like a child's.
'Is the original not enough for you?'
'No,' was Elena's reflective response. He got up again, came over and took her hands, and asked her:
'Then, you like me?'