'None of them,' Wych Hazel answered, standing behind Prim's chair.
'But what a quantity! Have Dane and you been picking all these up?'
'Picking upchoosingwhat you will.'
'My dear!'
There was a good deal of unspoken thoughts half uttered in the exclamation, and Mrs. Coles then went on.'But why don't he have them in better frames? These are very common, it seems to me.'
'You think they do not suit the pictures?'
'The pictures are valuable, are they not?Dane would not have them, I know, if they were not worth a lot of money; and the framesmy dear, just look at the frames; little slips of wood frames, or passepartouts; nothing better. There is not a gilt one here.'
'No,' said Wych Hazel. 'Look, Prim, how well the plain dark wood sets off this old cathedral.'
'My dear! don't you think gold would set if off better?' But then she changed the subject. 'Have you been very gay lately, Hazel?'
Hazel's thoughts were fast getting into a fight. She answered rather absently,'I? No.'