"Yes, the only one—such a dear. She thinks all the world of him."
At this moment a message was brought to Mrs. Crisford, and she asked to be excused while she went to say a word to some one who was waiting. Maurice Glanvil in this way was left alone for five minutes with the intensity of the presence evoked by the artist. He found himself agitated, excited by it; the face of the portrait was so intelligent and conscious that as he stood there he felt as if some strange communication had taken place between his being and Mrs. Tregent's. The idea made him nervous; he moved about the room and ended by turning his back. Mrs. Crisford reappeared, but he soon took leave of her; and when he had got home (he had settled himself in South Kensington, in a little undiscriminated house which he had hated from the first,) he learned from his daughter that she had had a visit from young Tregent. He had asked first for Mr. Glanvil, and then, in the second instance, for herself, telling her when admitted, as if to attenuate his possible indiscretion, that his