The priest had secured his opportunity of reading their faces while they were looking at each other.
"I think you have just stated the true motive for all criticism," Romayne said to Stella.

"Whether we only express our opinions of pictures or books in the course of conversation or whether we assert them at full length, with all the authority of print, we are really speaking, in either case, of what personally pleases or repels us.

My poor opinion of that picture means that it says nothing to Me.

Does it say anything to You ?" He smiled gently as he put the question to her, but there was no betrayal of emotion in his eyes or in his voice.

Relieved of anxiety, so far as Romayne was concerned, Father Benwell looked at Stella.
Steadily as she controlled herself, the confession of her heart's secret found its way into her face.