"So?" she said.
Frank picked up the charcoal, and began drawing rapidly. In ten minutes he had done what he had been trying to do for the last two hours.
"There," he said, "that is your husband. And now go back to your breakfast, Margery. I must begin to paint at once!"
Margery looked at the face he had drawn.
"Why, it is you," she said. "And, Frank, you look just as you looked when I met you that morning on the beach at New Quay."
"That is what I mean," said Frank.
CHAPTER IV
Margery finished her breakfast with a sense of relief. She wanted this portrait to be done quickly and easily, without incident or difficulty, and the fact that Frank had completely got over his odd inability to draw the face as he wished was very encouraging. She left a parting injunction with him to eat his breakfast before lunch, and take himself out for half an hour's stroll.
Frank got his palette ready and stood brush in hand. He glanced at his own reflection in the looking-glass and back to the face on the canvas, then back again.