“Do you know, I’ve rested quite twenty minutes,” she said after a moment. “Come, time is precious.”
“That depends——”
She waited a moment for him to finish, but he said no more.
“How extraordinary!” she said with a pretty mouë. “I don’t know whether I should be pleased or not.”
“Can you blame me? The Forelock of Time hangs too temptingly,” he laughed. “Of course, if you’d rather pose——” He took up his dripping brushes with a sigh.
“Oh, indeed, I don’t care,” she sank back in the chair. “Only don’t you think—isn’t that really what I’m here for?”
“It is time to pose, Miss Darrow,” he said determinately.
But she made no move to get into the position.
“I haven’t complained,” and she smiled at him. “Your muse is difficult, and I’m the gainer. Really, I think I’d rather talk.”
“And I’m waiting to go on with the portrait.”