"Miss Morton is very lovely, you will like painting her."
"Women are a great bother, Jane Judd," he sighed.
"Like men."
He laughed at that, and stood back to view his work.
"This is good. It has a sort of haunting quality, that is yours."
The door was flung open, and Bobs rushed in.
"Jerry, you are home!" she cried, both hands out.
"Bobs! Welcome back! My eye, it's fine to see you. I nearly died of loneliness."
"Did you? Did you miss me?"
"Rather. Ask Jane."