“I thought what you would say would be appropriate to the occasion,” Mr. Dunblane remarked.
As she walked towards him, he said in the dry voice he often used when they argued,
“I suppose you are longing to eulogise over the pictures you have seen. So get it over, since you intend to do so with or without my permission.”
“I have so much – to tell you,” Susanna answered.
“Most of it will undoubtedly bore me. I will do my best not to yawn, but I may fall asleep.”
“That, of course, would be good for you, so I shall not be able to make any complaint!” Susanna retorted.
As she spoke, she looked at his hands and thought that they were very expressive.
It was Miss Harding who had taught her not only to look at people’s faces when she appraised them but also their hands.
“Hands can tell you
