Lewis Carroll's Alice Liddell has now grown up, but there is still a peculiar tension in the photographs for which she sits. Oblidged to pose as the goddess of fruit trees, she regards the camera sternly, almost, and with mockery around the lips. The Placing of the hands reveals more: an almost jaunty self-possession. Alice is as sceptical as ever about her role as Pre-Raphaelite love-goddess.