"You don't think I am going to sacrifice all my privileges to this little tyrant, do you?" I said.
"It would be rather hard for me, at least," he rejoined.
"You did think I was neglecting you, then, Percivale?"
"Not for a moment."
"Then you didn't miss me?"
"I did, very much."
"And you didn't grumble?"
"No."
"Do I disturb you?" I asked, after a little pause. "Can you paint just as well when I am here as when you are alone?"
"Better. I feel warmer to my work somehow."