As he sat down in front of the fire, he looked at her with a gentle possessive gaze.
"Of course you have never sold a print," he remarked in a laughing tone, and she responded as flippantly.
"Of course!"
"Why didn't you call it a collection?"
"Because people wouldn't come."
"Then why didn't you keep them at home where you have so much that is fine?"
She laughed. "Because people couldn't come. I mean the people I don't know. I have a fancy for the people I have never met."
"On the principle that the unknown is the desirable."
She nodded. "And that the desirable is the unattainable."
His gray eyes were warmed by a fugitive glow. "I shouldn't have put it that way in your case. You appear to have everything."