Then she became aware that Eleanor had turned round upon her seat at the piano, and was watching her.
'I was looking at this strange drawing,' she said. Her face had turned a sudden crimson. She pushed the drawing from her and tried to smile.
Eleanor rose and came towards her.
'I thought you would see it,' she said. 'I wished you to see it.'
Her voice was hoarse and shaking. She stood opposite to Lucy, supporting herself by a marble table that stood near.
Lucy's colour disappeared, she became as pale as Eleanor.
'Is this meant for me?'
She pointed to the figure of the victorious priest. Eleanor nodded.
'I drew it the night after our Nemi walk,' she said with a fluttering breath. 'A vision came to me so—of you—and me.'
Lucy started. Then she put her arms on the table and dropped her face into her arms. Her voice became a low and thrilling murmur that just reached Eleanor's ears.