Her voice sounded rather jeering. He laughed shortly, and went on. But she would not go forward with him. She loitered about the carvings.

And he could not go forward without her. He waited impatient of this counteraction. She was spoiling his passionate intercourse with the cathedral. His brows began to gather.

“Oh, this is good!” she cried again. “Here is the same woman — look! — only he's made her cross! Isn't it lovely! Hasn't he made her hideous to a degree?” She laughed with pleasure. “Didn't he hate her? He must have been a nice man! Look at her — isn't it awfully good — just like a shrewish woman. He must have enjoyed putting her in like that. He got his own back on her, didn't he?”

“It's a man's face, no woman's at all —