"Of course you are, but you'll see yourself looking like a nightmare, with black eyes and yellow cheeks and so on. But don't worry about that. It's only at first. I feel that in the end I'm going to make this a veritable masterpiece."
After a very few more minutes' silence she spoke again.
"What fun this is! I'm not really tired yet, and I've been sitting a long time already, haven't I?"
"What, haven't I? Dear me, I thought I had."
"Don't wriggle your head, there's an angel."
"Was I wriggling?" inquired the victim. "I'm so sorry; my neck felt stiff."
"You must have a rest, then."
"Oh no, thank you. It doesn't matter. I can bear it."
But the tones of resignation were too touching. Pallister laid down his brushes.