"Oh, it's untruthful enough," Captain MacDonnell answered. "It is well you came in just when you did, as I was thinking of making an end of it."
"Then I shouldn't have forgiven you."
Captain MacDonnell nodded.
"That is what I was afraid of, that and that you would not be willing to sit for me again."
Olive laughed. "Oh, you must get hold of someone more attractive than I am for the next portrait. After a while, as you are so much better, you'll be wanting to go back to London to work seriously. You know you have promised me that?"
Captain MacDonnell shook his head.
"No," he returned. "Oh, I don't mean that I did not promise, I only mean that I shall probably not keep my word. I think I shall give up and allow myself to become a kind of good for nothing, half invalid, as soon as I am separated from you."
However, as she had by this time grown accustomed to her companion's swift changes of mood, so unlike her own, Olive only laughed?
"Shall I pose for you again today?"
Then there was silence in the room for half an hour while Bryan worked. Finally he put down his brushes.