"You mean——"
"That I am entirely at fault for allowing you to wander there."
"You are unkind to yourself to say that."
"I vow I mean it."
They neared the settee into which he gallantly assisted her. She made room for him by drawing back the folds of her gown.
"Have you ever had a miniature made?" he asked of her.
"Never. I scarce gave it a thought," she replied nonchalantly.
"In that gown, you would make a perfect picture."
"Couldst thou paint it?" she asked quickly with the attitude of one who has proposed an impossible question.