"
"I do not understand —" I said.
"No. I suppose not. That is the worst of it."
"But why am I all _Egyptian_ glass?" I asked. "I am not very
old."
The doctor gave me one of those quick, bright glances and
smiles, that were very pleasant to get from him and not very
common. There came a sort of glow and sparkle in his blue eye
then, and a wonderful winsome and gracious trick of the lips.
"It is a very doubtful sort of a compliment," said Mrs.
Sandford.
"I did not mean it for a compliment at all," said the doctor.
"I don't believe you did," said his sister; "but what did you
mean? Grant, I should like to hear you pay a compliment for
once."
"You do not know Egyptian glass," said the doctor.
"No. What was it?"
"Very curious."
"Didn't I say that you couldn't pay compliments," said Mrs.
Sandford.
"And unlike any that is made now-a-days. There were curious
patterns wrought in the glass, made, it is supposed, by the
fusing together of rods of glass, extremely minute, of
different colours; so that the pattern once formed was
ineffaceable and indestructible, unless by the destruction of
the vessel which contained it.
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