is just clever enough to make the most of her sexual attractions
for trivially selfish ends; but Candida's serene brow, courageous
eyes, and well set mouth and chin signify largeness of mind and
dignity of character to ennoble her cunning in the affections. A
wisehearted observer, looking at her, would at once guess that
whoever had placed the Virgin of the Assumption over her hearth
did so because he fancied some spiritual resemblance between
them, and yet would not suspect either her husband or herself of
any such idea, or indeed of any concern with the art of Titian.

Just now she is in bonnet and mantle, laden with a strapped rug
with her umbrella stuck through it, a handbag, and a supply of
illustrated papers.

MORELL (shocked at his remissness). Candida! Why--(looks at his
watch, and is horrified to find it so late.) My darling!
(Hurrying to her and seizing the rug strap, pouring forth his
remorseful regrets all the time.) I intended to meet
you at the train. I let the time slip. (Flinging the rug on the
sofa.) I was so engrossed by--(returning to her)--I forgot--
oh!(He embraces her with penitent emotion.)

BURGESS (a little shamefaced and doubtful of his reception).
How ors you, Candy? (She, still in Morell's arms, offers
him her cheek, which he kisses.) James and me is come to
a unnerstandin'--a honourable unnerstandin'. Ain' we, James?

MORELL (impetuously). Oh, bother your understanding! You've kept
me late for Candida. (With compassionate fervor.) My poor love:
how did you manage about the luggage?--how--