She shook her head silently.
"I could have helped you—I could have helped you!" he sighed.
She flushed distressfully, but kept her eyes on his.
"It's just that—don't you see?" she reproached him.
"Just that—the fact that I could be of use to you?"
"The fact that, as you say, things have changed since you painted Mrs. Millington. I haven't seen the later portraits, but they tell me—"
"Oh, they're just as bad!" Stanwell jeered.
"You've sold your talent, and you know it: that's the dreadful part. You did it deliberately," she cried with passion.
"Oh, deliberately," he interjected.
"And you're not ashamed—you talk of going on."