"They may paint a better glass window, for aught I know," said Lawrence; "but the painting will not be so good."
"That's curious," said Rupert. "I thought things went for'ard, and not back, in the world. Why shouldn't they paint as well now as ever?"
Nobody spoke.
"Why should they not, Mr. St. Leger?" Dolly repeated.
"I don't know, I'm sure. Mrs. Copley, I'm afraid you are fatiguing yourself."
Mrs. Copley yielded to this gentle suggestion; and long, long before Dolly was ready to go, the party left the church to repair to a hotel, and have some refreshment. They were all in high spirits by this time.
"Is it settled where we are to go next?" Mr. St. Leger inquired as they sat at table.
"I don't care where next," said Mrs. Copley; "but only I want to come out at Dresden."
"But Dresden, mother"—said Dolly gently, "it is not in our way to Venice." She interpreted the expression she saw in Lawrence's face.
"Dolly, the Green vaults are in Dresden. I am not going to be so near and not see them. Wasn't I right about the painted windows? I never saw anything so beautiful in my life, nor you didn't. I wouldn't have missed it for anything. Now you'll see if I ain't right about the Green vaults."