Photographs from old Italian masterpieces hung on the walls, and views of Venetian bridges and Swedish waterfalls which members of the family had seen years ago.

There were also one or two portraits of fathers and grandmothers, and an engraving of John Stuart Mill, after the picture by Watts.

It was a room without definite character, being neither typically and openly hideous, nor strenuously artistic, nor really comfortable.

Rachel roused herself from the contemplation of this familiar picture.
"But this isn't very interesting for you," she said, looking up.
"Good Lord!" Hewet exclaimed.

"I've never been so much interested in my life." She then realised that while she had been thinking of Richmond, his eyes had never left her face.