Barnes wandered from “The Blue Boy” and signalled out another painting.
“Who painted this?” he asked.
“That’s a Veber––but do you know, Whitney, the more I think of it––there’s something about that grapefruit girl, something gripping that”–––
“I like these two,” commented Barnes.
“There’s something different about her––something”–––
“Who is this by?” inquired Barnes, lost in admiration of a Meissonier.
“A blonde”–––
“What?”
“And very young, and I know her smile”–––