Oh, I’m no good, Wiowani! I’m no good!
Just now I thought that no one understood
So well as I.... But this—it’s all too flat!
Too tight, too stuffy!
How did you do that?
That isn’t paint—that’s—oh! how is it done?
It’s sunlight,—I mean moonlight,—no—no—sun—
[He pauses bewildered.
Wiowani, is it moonlight or sunlight? Oh!
How am I to paint it if I do not know?