Adam saw it in a brighter sunshine, but never knew the shade of Pensive beauty which Eden won from his expulsion.
It was in the decline of the afternoon that Kenyon returned from his long, musing ramble, Old Tomaso--between whom and himself for some time past there had been a mysterious understanding,--met him in the entrance hall, and drew him a little aside.
"The signorina would speak with you," he whispered.
"In the chapel ?" asked the sculptor.
"No; in the saloon beyond it," answered the butler: "the entrance you once saw the signorina appear through it is near the altar, hidden behind the tapestry." Kenyon lost no time in obeying the summons..