"Come, Alice," said her father, "if you insist on pitching into our artist, he shall have his fling at our photographer. Dick, she's taken to photography—it's lately become the fashion. Look on that table, under the lamp; you'll find some there that she was trimming, or something, when you dropped in our midst." "May I look at them?" Dick asked, moving over to Alice. "Certainly; but they're very bad, I'm afraid; and [Pg 45] since you artists scorn photography—as so inartistic, you know—I suppose you will be a severe critic." [Pg 45] "Not when this is the subject," said Dick, in a low voice, picking up a print; "how did you manage to take yourself?" He was sitting beside her at the little table, with the lamp between them and the Colonel; he instinctively lowered his voice, and a grain of the feeling he had so far successfully repressed escaped into his tone. "Someone took off the cap for me." "Oh. Who?" "Who? Oh, I get anybody to take the cap off when I am so vain as to take myself—anybody who is handy." "Mr. Miles, for instance?" It was a stray question, suggested by no particular train of thought, and spoken carelessly; there was no trace of jealousy in the tone—it was too early for that; but Alice looked up, quick to suspect, and answered shortly: "Yes, if you like." Dick was genuinely interested, and noticed in her tone nothing amiss. Several of the photographs turned out to be of Alice, and they charmed him. "Did Mr. Miles take all these?" he asked, lightly; he was forced to speak so before her father: the restraint was natural, though he marvelled afterwards that he had been able to maintain it so long. Alice, however, read him wrong. She was prepared for pique in her old lover, and imagined it before it existed. She answered with marked coldness: "A good many of them." This time Dick detected the unpleasant ring in her [Pg 46] words—he could not help but detect it. A pang shot to his heart. His first (and only) impression of Miles, which had fled from his mind (with all other impressions) while talking to her, swiftly returned. He had used the man's name, a minute ago, without its
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