They were all just bits of cheap-looking crockery to her eye, and it was impossibly difficult to distinguish which was Luca's, Andrea's, or Giovanni's; and, security having made her careless, she committed several blunders.
John Derringham laid no pitfalls for her--indeed, he helped her out when he could.

To-day each new discovery no longer made him smile with bitter cynicism, he was only filled with a sense of discomfort and regret.
He stopped in front of Andrea's masterpiece, the tender young Madonna.
Something in the expression of the face made him think of Halcyone, although the types of the two were entirely different; and Cecilia Cricklander, watching, saw a look of deep pain grow in his eyes.
"I wish to goodness he would get well and be human and masterful and brilliant, as he used to be," she thought.

"I am thoroughly tired out, trying to cope with him.

He is no more use now than a bump on a log.

I am sorry I made him come here!" "It is about time for lunch," said John Derringham, who could no longer bear her prattle; and they returned to the hotel.
Arabella and an American man made the _partie carree_, and Miss Clinker did her best to help to get through the repast, and afterwards wrote in a letter to her mother: Mr.Derringham has arrived.