Still touching them with her finger-tips, she looked up at him, saying: "Aren't they beautiful ?" "Yes," he said.

"What will you drink--coffee ?" "I should like it," she said.
"Then excuse me a moment." He went out to the kitchen.
Miriam took off her things and looked round.

It was a bare, severe room.

Her photo, Clara's, Annie's, were on the wall.

She looked on the drawing-board to see what he was doing.