Only its careful correctness betrayed the foreignness of his speech.
There was a pause in which the three gazed idly at the fire's reflection in the brass of the superb old andirons. Then, "Haven't you something new to show us? "asked the woman. "Some genuine Masaccio, picked up in a hill-town monastery—a real Ribera?"
The small old Jew drew a long breath. "Yes, I have something new." He hesitated, opened his lips, closed them again and, looking at the fire, "Oh yes, very new indeed—new to me."
"Is it here?" The great surgeon looked about the picture-covered walls.
"No; I have it in—you know what you call the inner sanctuary—the light here is not good enough."
The actress stood up, her glittering dress flashing a thousand eyes at the fire. "Let me see it,"she commanded. "Certainly I would like to see anything that was new to you!"
You shall amuse yourself by identifying the artist without my aid,"said old Vieyra.
He opened a door, held back a portiere, let his guests pass through into a darkened room, turned on a softly brilliant light, and: "Whom do you make the artist?" he said. He did not look at the picture. He looked at the faces of his guests, and after a long silent pause, he smiled faintly into his beard. "Let us go back to the fire," he said, and clicked them into darkness again.
"And what do you say?" he asked as they sat down.
"By Jove!" cried the doctor. "By Jove!"
Madame Orloff turned on the collector the somber glow of her deep-set eyes. "I have dreamed it," she said.
