She did feel as if her dream was being realised and
the golden statues becoming warmed into life, and though her heart
ached for Janet, she still hoped for her. So, with a mother's
unfailing faith, she believed in Allen's dawning future even while
another sense within her marvelled, as she copied, at the acceptance
of "The Single Eye." But then, was it not well-known that loving
eyes see the most faults, and was not an editor the best judge of
popularity?
She had her scheme too. She had taken lessons some years ago at Rome
in her old art of modelling, and knew her eye and taste had improved
in the galleries. She had once or twice amused the household by
figures executed by her dexterous fingers in pastry or in butter; and
in the empty house, in her old studio, amid remnants of Bobus's
museum, she set to work on a design that had long been in her mind
asking her to bring it into being.
Thus the tete-a-tete was so successful that people's pity was highly
diverting, and the vacation was almost too brief, though when the
young men began to return, it was a wonder how existence could have
been so agreeable without them.
Jock was first, having come home ten days sooner than his friends
were willing to part with him, determined if he found his ladies
looking pale to drag them out of town, if only to Ramsgate.
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