"She's extremely handsome as I remember her. You could do great things with her."
"Ah, there's the rub," Nick went on. "I wanted her to sit for me this week, but she wouldn't hear of it."
"Elle a bien tort. You should attack some fine strong type. Is Mrs. Dallow in London?" Nash inquired.
"For what do you take her? She's paying visits."
"Then I've a model for you."
"Then you have—?" Nick stared. "What has that to do with Mrs. Dallow's being away?"
"Doesn't it give you more time?"
"Oh the time flies!" sighed Nick with a spontaneity that made his companion again laugh out—a demonstration in which for a moment he himself rather ruefully joined.
"Does she like you to paint?" that personage asked with one of his candid intonations.
"So she says."