Presently there was music again, and this time Richard found himself
sitting beside young Mrs. Stephen Gray. Between numbers he found
questions to ask, which she answered with evident pleasure.
"These three must have been playing together a good many years?"
"Dear me, yes--ever since they were born, I think. They do make real
harmony, don't they?"
"They do--in more ways than one. Is that colour scheme intentional, do
you think?"
Mrs. Stephen's glance followed his as it dwelt upon the group. "I hadn't
noticed," she admitted, "but I see it now; it's perfect. And I've no
doubt Ruth thought it out. She's quite a wonderful eye for colour, and
she worships Rob and likes to dress so as to offset her--always giving
Rob the advantage--though of course she would have that, anyway, by
virtue of her own colouring."
"Blue and corn-colour--should you call it?--and gold. Dull tints in the
background, and the candle-light on Miss Ruth's hair and her sister's
cheek. It makes the prettiest picture yet in my new collection of family
groups."
Mrs. Stephen looked at him curiously. "Are you making a collection of
family groups?" she inquired.
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