"I don't mean rouged, or enamelled, or got up by Madame Rachel; but have you ever had your portrait taken?"
"I have been photographed,—of course."
"That's why I asked you if you had been painted,—so as to make some little distinction between the two. I am a painter by profession, and do portraits."
"So Mrs. Broughton told me."
"I am not asking for a job, you know."
"I am quite sure of that."
"But I should have thought you would have been sure to have sat to somebody."
"I never did. I never thought of doing so. One does those things at the instigation of one's intimate friends,—fathers, mothers, uncles, and aunts, and the like."
"Or husbands, perhaps,—or lovers?"
"Well, yes; my intimate friend is my mother, and she would never dream of such a thing. She hates pictures."