“Oh! I like it.”
“Better than governessing?”
“Oh! much, much better. It’s home, you see. And, of course, there’s you. I often sit in your room when you’re not there, and sometimes I look at the things. It must be wonderful to be able to—to draw.”
“Now, why?”
“I don’t quite know, only when you come to beautiful places like this it makes you want to—want to . . .”
“Well?”
“I don’t quite know. . . . It’s like growing . . .”
“That’s quite good. I’d like to know what you think of me, Annette?”
“You’re very puzzling. Sometimes I think you don’t take anything seriously, but then I think it is because you are so different.”
“How different?”