"Nine miles off," said Rupert.
"Then that's where I want to go," said Mrs. Copley. "I have heard all my life of painted glass; now I should like to see what it amounts to."
"Perhaps that would take us out of our way too, mother."
"I thought we just said we had no way settled," said Mrs. Copley in an irritated tone. "What's the use of being here, if we can't see anything now we are here? Nine miles isn't much, anyhow."
"We will go there, dear," said Dolly. "We can go so far and come back to this place, if necessary."
"And there is another thing I want to see, now we are here," Mrs. Copley went on. "I want to go to Dresden."
"Dresden!" cried St. Leger. "What's at Dresden?"
"A great many things, I suppose; but what I want to see is the Green vaults and the picture gallery."
"Mrs. Copley," said Lawrence quietly, "there are galleries of pictures everywhere. We shall find them at every step—more than you will want to look at, by a hundred fold."
"But we shall not find Green vaults, shall we? And you will not tell me that the Dresden madonna is anywhere but at Dresden?"