'And give up my painting, and just at the time I'm beginning to get on! You said I had improved in my drawing.'
'Ah, your drawing interests you more than I.'
'I'd give anything to draw like Misal. You don't know him—a student of the Beaux Arts.'
'When you'd learnt all he knows, you wouldn't be any nearer to painting a picture.'
'That isn't very polite. You don't think much of my chances of success…. But we shall see.'
'Mildred, you don't understand me. This is not fair to me. Only say when you'll marry me, and I'll wait, I'll wait, yes, as long as you like—only fix a time.'
'When I've learnt to draw.'
'You're laughing at me.'
Her face darkened, and they did not speak again till the green roof of the Madeleine appeared, striking sharp against a piece of blue sky. Mildred said:
'This is my way,' and she turned to the right.