Mrs. Prigley was within hearing, and thinking that it would be well not to be behind her husband, said, "Oh yes; what a beautiful book it was!" The Duke turned towards Mrs. Prigley, and made her a slight bow; then he asked in his innocence, and merely to say something, "whether the copy which Mrs. Prigley had seen was a colored one or a plain one?" "Oh, it was colored," she answered, without hesitation--"beautifully colored!" This was Mrs. Prigley's way--she waited for the suggestions of her interlocutor, and on hearing a thing which was as new to her as the kernel of a nut just cracked, assented to it with the tone of a person to whom it was already familiar. So clever had she become by practice in this artifice, that she conveyed the impression that nothing _could_ be new to her; and the people who talked with her had no idea that it was themselves who supplied, _à mesure_, all the information wherewith she met them, and kept up the conversation. She had never heard of Varolby Priory before--she had never heard of the album of engravings before--and therefore it is superfluous to add that, as to colored copies or plain ones, she was equally unacquainted with either. Mrs. Prigley had however gone a step too far in this instance, for the Duke immediately replied,-- "Ah, then, I know that you are a friend of my old friend, Sir Archibald. You wonder how I guessed it, perhaps? It's because there are only two colored copies of the album in existence--my own copy and his." Mrs. Prigley tried to put on an agreeable expression of assent, intended to imply that she knew Sir Archibald (though as yet ignorant of Sir Archibald's surname), when her husband interposed. She made him feel anxious and fidgety. He always knew when she was telling her little fibs--he knew it by a certain facile suavity in her tone, which would not have been detected by a stranger. "The old mural paintings must be very interesting," said the incumbent of Shayton, and by this skilful diversion saved his wife from imminent exposure. "Most interesting--most interesting: they were found in a wonderful state of preservation under many layers of whitewash in the chapel. And do you know, _apropos_ of your carved panels, Lady Helena, we found such glorious old wainscot round a room that had been lined with lath and plaster afterwards, and decorated with an abominably ugly paper. Not one panel was injured--really not one panel! and the designs carved upon them are so very elegant! That was one of the best finds we made." "I should think it very probable," said Mr. Prigley, "that discoveries would be made at Wenderholme if a thorough restoration were undertaken."