'It is GREEK pottery she means--Hellenic pottery she tells me to call it, only I forget.

There is beautiful clay at the place, her father told her: he found it in making the railway tunnel.

She has visited the British Museum, continental museums, and Greece, and Spain: and hopes to imitate the old fictile work in time, especially the Greek of the best period, four hundred years after Christ, or before Christ--I forget which it was Paula said....

O no, she is not practical in the sense you mean, at all.' 'A mixed young lady, rather.' Miss De Stancy appeared unable to settle whether this new definition of her dear friend should be accepted as kindly, or disallowed as decidedly sarcastic.

'You would like her if you knew her,' she insisted, in half tones of pique; after which she walked on a few steps.
'I think very highly of her,' said Somerset.
'And I! And yet at one time I could never have believed that I should have been her friend.