She dropped her eyes for a moment to her sandalwood fan. "Of course, you will decide that."
"I presume," he continued, taking the fan without apology from her hands, "I may come over when you are not at home and look at your portrait?"
"I am sure you don't realize how silly that sounds. I hear you have a new picture," she added, looking up.
"It is to be hung next week. MacBirney is to bring you over to see it. Are you sorry I came?"
"Oh, is that what you meant? Why, such a question! You saved my evening."
"But are you sorry?"
"I shouldn't say so if I were, should I?"
"No, but answer, anyway."
Her expression of vexation was pleasing. "How obstinate! No, then. And you saved my evening besides."
"You must take me as I am."