She had not meant to say that; a little shiver went through her as the words passed her lips, and she felt a desire to change the subject. But the portrait of the late Mrs. Craven was turned to the wall along with the Dean.
"Hullo!" exclaimed Ted, taking up a photo in a glass frame, hand-painted, "here's old Hardy! What on earth is he doing here?"
Audrey blushed, but answered with unruffled calm.
"Vincent? Oh, he's a family portrait too. He's my cousin—first cousin, you know."
"What are you going to do with him?"
"I—I hardly know."
She took the photo out of his hands and examined it carefully back and front. Then she looked at Ted.
"What shall I do with him? Is he to go too?"
"Well, I suppose he ought to. He's all very well in his own line, but—from an artistic point of view—he's not exactly—decorative."
"Poor old Vincent! No, he's not."