It minds me of what the Vulgate praises for beauty, 'an apple of gold in a network of silver,' and oh, what a pity I did not know you before I sent in my poor endeavours at illuminating! I could illuminate so much better now.

I could do everything better.

There, now the sun is full on it, it is like an aureole.

So our Lady looked, and none since her until to-day." "Oh, fie! it is wicked to talk so.

Compare a poor, coarse-favoured girl like me with the Queen of Heaven?
Oh, Gerard! I thought you were a good young man." And Margaret was shocked apparently.
Gerard tried to explain.