which." The newly-fledged peeress proceeded to explain that her own idea had been that she should be painted wearing her state robes and coronet--plus any additional jewels which could find place on her person.
Maryon bowed affably.
"But, by all means," he agreed.

"Only, if it is of them you require a portrait, you must go to Gregoire Marni.

He paints still-life." Rooke came into the room and greeted his visitors with outstretched hands.
"My dear Penelope and Ralph," he began cordially.

"This is good of busy people like yourselves--" He caught sight of the third figure standing a little behind the Fentons and stopped abruptly.

His eyes seemed to flinch for a moment.
Then he made a quick step forward.
"Why, Nan!" he exclaimed.