happened?"

Rodney got up, and she could see that his misfortune was greater
than her's.

"Who has done this?" she said. "Your casts are all broken."

"Who, indeed, has done this?"

"Who broke them? What has happened? Tell me. They have broken the
bust you did of me. And the statue of the Virgin--has anything
happened to that?"

"The statue of the Virgin is a lump of clay. Oh, don't look at it.
I am out of my mind."

She took two or three steps forward.

"There it is," he said. "Don't speak about it, don't touch it."

"Something may be left."

"No, nothing is left. Don't look at me that way. I tell you
nothing is left. It is a lump of clay, and I cannot do it again. I
feel as if I never could do a piece of sculpture again, as if I
never wanted to. But what are you thinking of? You said just now
that you could not sit to me again. Tell me, Lucy, and tell me
quickly. I can see you know something about this. You suspect
someone."