She turned on him the look of untroubled sapience that proceeds from the eyes of child saints in early Italian paintings.
“I don't think that will be very difficult, Belovedest. I'm not quite a little ignoramus, and Aunt Julia has taught me manners. I have always been able to talk to people when sick, and I don't see why I should be afraid of them when I'm well. I 've thought quite a lot about it, and talked to Aunt Julia.”
“And what does she say?”
“She assures me,” she cried gaily, “that I am bound to make a sensation in society.”
“You 'll have all mankind at your feet, dear,” said John. “But,” he added in a change of tone, “I was referring to more vital things than success in drawing-rooms.”
She laid her hand lightly on his..
“Do you know, Belovedest, what Walter said some time ago? He said that if I looked at the world and saw God through it, all would be well.”
“I can add nothing more to that,” said John, and, thinking that Herold had been warning her of dangers, held his peace for the occasion.
Then there came a day, not long afterward, when she made the speech which in some form or other he had been expecting and dreading.
“The next glorious adventure will be when you take me over the palace.”