"Oh, yes; yes."
"Well?"
"I know she likes it; she must."
"But she hasn't said so?"
"Not—exactly."
"Then what makes you think she does?"
"I don't know. Any one would. It's very beautiful." Cornelia spoke very dryly, very coldly.
"But is it a likeness? Is it she? Her character? What do you think of it yourself?"
"I don't know as I can say——"
"Ah, I see you don't like it!" said Ludlow, with an air of disappointment. "And yet I aimed at pleasing you in it."