We keep her in this room, sir. Now, before I go, I must warn you, the eyes are the point of the maestro’s art. You may feel the eyes upon you. I would not, in that circumstance, hold her gaze very long, or stay in this room once she’s noticed you. And I must apologize; even in the daylight, the maids refuse to dust in here since poor Annable, and I can’t really blame them. d’Angelic has not been, well, communicative since last summer. The Latin race is so temperamental, you understand, and you did stab her in the heart.
Portrait d’Angelic
Tale Told 