And somehow or other that evening the question, which she had not yet answered to her own satisfaction, became more persistent. Mr Penington, whom she had not seen for a day or two, was radiant with the delight of being near her again, and his pleasure sent a sort of answering glow into her own heart. It was impossible for her to remain untouched by the kind thoughtfulness with which he contrived to shield and leave her in peace, or by the swiftness with which he seemed to anticipate her wishes. Gradually he drew her out of her silence into an interest in the curious things he had got together, and to promise to go to the Etruscan Museum, in the Vatican to see the collection of cottage tombs, the curious little vessels like miniature hats which were dug out of an ancient burying place in the Campagna. "You shall go when you like," he said eagerly. Mrs Leyton, who was very warmly on Mr Penington's side, looked at her husband and smiled. She had noticed something different in Phillis's manner that night, a more passive acquiescence, perhaps, from which she augured well. Really liking her, she would have been glad that the Roman winter should end in this satisfactory fashion, and was prepared even to go through the catacombs, if Mr Penington proposed it, though she hated anything underground. Mr Penington had learnt exactly the things which Phillis liked. "I have come round to your thinking about Titian's picture in the Borghese," he said to her in a low voice, when the others were talking; "I think it is the best thing in all the gallery." "In all Rome, I think," said Phillis brightening. "I care for it so much that it quite hints me to hear people abuse it." "Are you talking of the Sacred and Profane Love?" asked Mrs Leyton, chiming in. "Mr Ibbetson could not make out which was which, don't you remember? I can't say it spoke very well for his artistic feeling." Somehow or other this little speech had a different effect from what was intended: it hurt Phillis, and though Mr Penington did not know much about Jack's position with her, he was watching her and saw that she was vexed. He said quietly-- "That is not a very uncommon mistake at first sight, indeed, you may find it immortalised in print. But at every fresh visit the marvellous beauty comes out. Very likely the name is altogether imaginary. Vanity and Modesty would do as well for it as for Da Vinci's picture in the Sciarra. You must come and see that one day, soon, Miss Grey; I can get an order." "You can get everything, I believe," said Phillis with a smile. He said quickly, so that only she could hear--