"No, I suspect no one. It is very strange."

"You were going to tell me something when you came in. You said
you could not sit to me again. Why is that?"

"Because they have found out everything at home, that I sat for
you, for the Virgin."

"But they don't know that--"

"Yes, they do. They know everything. Father McCabe came in last
night, just after we had closed the shop. It was I who let him in,
and mother was sorry. She knew he had come to ask father for a
subscription to his church. But I had said that father and mother
were at home, and when I brought him upstairs and we got into the
light, he stood looking at me. He had not seen me for some years,
and I thought at first it was because he saw me grown up. He sat
down, and began to talk to father and mother about his church, and
the altars he had ordered for it, and the statues, and then he
said that you were doing a statue for him, and mother said that
she knew you very well, and that you sometimes came to spend an
evening with us, and that I sat to you. It was then that I saw him
give a start. Unfortunately, I was sitting under a lamp reading a
book, and the light was full upon my face, and he had a good view
of it. I could see that he recognised me at once. You must have
shown him the statue. It was yesterday you changed the head."

"You had not gone an hour when he called, and I had not covered up
the group. Now I am beginning to see light. He came here anxious
to discuss every sort of thing with me, the Irish Romanesque, the