The Greater Inclination

Excerpt

Danyers afterwards liked to fancy that he had recognized Mrs. Anerton at once; but that, of course, was absurd, since he had seen no portrait of her—­she affected a strict anonymity, refusing even her photograph to the most privileged—­and from Mrs. Memorall, whom he revered and cultivated as her friend, he had extracted but the one impressionist phrase:  “Oh, well, she’s like one of those old prints where the lines have the value of color.”