Audrey looked helplessly at the picture. She could not understand it, and with things that she could not understand she always felt a vague impotent displeasure.
"What—what is the subject?" she gasped at length.
"A metempsychosis."
She knitted her brows and said nothing.
"Transmigration of souls—why didn't I say so at first?" returned Ted, in cheerful response to the frown.
"So I see; but what's Apollo doing there with his bow and arrows, and why is he all in red?"
"It's not meant for Apollo—it's an Eros."
"I beg your pardon?"
"An Eros—Love, a very inferior order of deity."
"Why is he in red?"