Eve was rescued by Canterton from justifying such theological incongruities. He found them with their heads together, auburn and black bent over Lynette’s drawing-book. He stood for a moment or two watching them, and listening to their intimate prattle. This girl who loved the colour and the mystery of life as he loved them could be as a child with Lynette.
“You seem very busy.”
Lynette jumped up.
“Daddy, come and look! Isn’t Miss Eve clever?”
For some reason Eve blushed, and did not turn to look at Canterton.
“Here’s Mr. Puck, and old Bruin, and Titania, and Orson, and the Devil Serpent. Miss Eve is just splendid at devils.”
“Is she? That’s rather a reflection.”
He stood behind Eve and looked down over her shoulder.
“You have given the serpent a woman’s head.”
She turned her chin but not her eyes.