Pas de Deux

“I hear that they’re starting to call her the Hatfield Venus.”
The words were offered as an observation only, with no hint of accusation, and the voice that offered them was as unexceptional as the tone. There was nothing in it, surely, to account for the moment’s frozen tension in the girl who had settled hours earlier on the bench that faced the gallery’s newly acquired Venus Anadyomene. It was indeed beginning to become known as the Hatfield Venus, though that was not the title on the car...