"But the others are mostly in very good keeping. Come on—here is the Duke of Alva."
"If I were a Dutch woman, I would break that," said Dolly.
"No, you wouldn't. Consider—he serves as an adornment of the city here. Breaking his effigy would not be breaking him, Miss Dolly."
"It must be a very strange thing to live in an old country," said Dolly. "I mean, if you belong to it. Just look at these windows!—How old is the work itself, Mr. St. Leger?"
"I am not wise in such things;—I should say it must date from the best period of the art. I believe it is said so."
"And when was that?"
"Really, I don't know; a good while ago, Miss Dolly."
"Philip II. came to reign about the middle of the sixteenth century," Rupert remarked.
"Exactly," St. Leger said, looking annoyed.
"Well, sir," Rupert went on, "I would like to ask you one thing—can't they paint as good a glass window now as they could then?"