She now came to call Sue to tea, and, finding that the girl did not respond for a moment, entered the room just as the other was hastily putting a string round each parcel.
“Something you have been buying, Miss Bridehead?” she asked, regarding the enwrapped objects.
“Yes—just something to ornament my room,” said Sue.
“Well, I should have thought I had put enough here already,” said Miss Fontover, looking round at the Gothic-framed prints of saints, the Church-text scrolls, and other articles which, having become too stale to sell, had been used to furnish this obscure chamber. “What is it? How bulky!” She tore a little hole, about as big as a wafer, in the brown paper, and tried to peep in. “Why, statuary? Two figures? Where did you get them?”
“Oh—I bought them of a travelling man who sells casts—”
“Two saints?”
“Yes.”
“What ones?”
“St. Peter and St.—St. Mary Magdalen.”
“Well—now come down to tea, and go and finish that organ-text, if there’s light enough afterwards.”