She had already decided that she did not like Madame Dubus.
She did not like the Comte de Soisson either. And then she thought that she was being particularly insular.
It was always a great mistake not to expect foreigners to be different and not to appreciate the difference rather than disparage it.
Now she said to Bessy,
“I said I wanted to rest before dinner, but actually I thought it would be pleasant to be up here, read a book and look at my picture.”
“I thought you’d be wantin’ to see that,” Bessy smiled. “‘Miss Charisa’s picture’ is what us always calls it downstairs and ever so pretty it is too, what with all them small angels ’oppin’ about.”
“I have loved it ever since I can remember,” Charisa said, “and while I am here I am going to look at all the other pictures in the Gal
