“I’ll be all right now I am with you. Mr. Sivwright asked me to go to the Merlin’s Cave to-night. He has to shut it up. I thought I wouldn’t go, but I want to go, if you will come with me.”
“It might cheer us up, and you love dancing.”
They both thought of the night when he had danced with Jessie Petrie.
“I’m painting a picture of a Jewish market. I want you to see it.”
“I’m glad you’ve gone back. I’m sure it is right.”
“What are you doing?”
It was the first time he had asked after her work and a glow of happiness overcame her.
“Oh! I . . . I’m doing a landscape—just a road running up a hill with some houses on top.”
“Like Rousseau. He was good at roads.”
“Mine’s just painting. It isn’t abstract.”