The Anderton family were not lovers of art and, while in London, Halcyone had been too unhappy to care or even ask to be taken to galleries--and Cheiron had not suggested doing so; he was a good deal occupied himself.

But now it was a great pleasure to him to watch and see what impression they would make upon a perfectly fresh eye.

The immense cultivation of her mind would guide her taste probably--but it would be an interesting experiment.
She stopped instantly in front of a Van Dyck, but she did not speak.

In fact she made no observations at all about the pictures until they were back in their hotel.

It was still very hot, although September had come, and they had their dinner upon an open terrace.
And then her thoughts came out.
"I like the Guido Renis, Cheiron," she said; "his Magdalen in the Reale Palazzo is exquisite--she is pure and good.