"I am a Venetian, señor. For over six generations my people have been at Murano."
"Oh, then, what wonder! And that accounts for your own personal color scheme."
The artist let his eyes dwell upon the Italian's face intently: then glanced at Miss Cartright.
"I did a portrait of Giusippe," she responded quietly, "when I was in Venice a few years ago. He did not look so much like an American then."
"Modern clothing certainly does take the picturesqueness out of some of us," answered Mr. Cabot.
In the meantime Giusippe had wandered off to the distant side of the studio and now stood before a large glass panel calling excitedly:
"Is this the window you are making, señor? How beautiful! The violet light behind the woman's head, and that yellow glow on her hair—it is wonderful! And her white drapery against the background of green!"
Mr. Norcross came to his side, flushing with gratification.
"The mellow tones playing on her hair were hard to get. I spent a lot of time working at them. It isn't easy to get the results one wants when making stained glass."
"What did you do first, Mr. Norcross, when you began the window?" asked Jean timidly.