Then, at a pause, she lifted a careless hand, inquiring whether "the Fragonard sketch" opposite were not the pendant of one--she named it--at Berlin.
"Ah-h-h!" said Mrs.Fairmile, with a smiling shake of the head, "how clever of you! But that's not a Fragonard.

I wish it were.

It's an unknown.

Dr.Lelius has given him a name." And she and Lelius fell into a discussion of the drawing, that soon left Daphne behind.

Native taste of the finest, mingled with the training of a lifetime, the intimate knowledge of collections of one who had lived among them from her childhood--these things had long since given Chloe Fairmile a kind of European reputation.