"I hope so; anyhow, it can't be for much worse than I've done here."
"Haven't your pictures been—been appreciated here?" she asked.
"They haven't been sold," he said, with a short laugh.
"What a shame! Oh, Mr. Vernon, I do think people might have had better taste."
"So do I," he smiled, "but they haven't had. I've made nothing here but friends."
He had a musical voice, rather deep, and very readily expressive of what he strongly felt. His last sentence rang in Jean's ears like a declaration of love. Her eyes fell and her color rose.
"We have all been very glad to see you."
He shook his head; his eyes fastened on her all the time.
"No, you haven't."