"Immensely."
"Then you must come up whenever you want to. You can always be alone here."
She spoke as if she were giving him the freedom of her private sanctuary.
"Have you any sketches of those places you've been to abroad?"
"Sketches? Any amount."
"Have you brought them with you?"
He blushed. He had brought many sketches in the hope of showing them to a wealthy godfather and an admiring god-sister.
"Some—a few."
"I wish you'd show them to me."
"I shall be delighted." He blushed again, this time for pleasure. With the desire to bestow a little of it, he asked rashly, "Do you sketch, Miss Tancred? I saw some water-colors——"