She coloured slightly, as though in antagonism.
'That means that you don't admire it at all?'
'Well, it doesn't say anything to me,' said Fenwick, after a pause.
'What do you dislike?'
'Why doesn't he paint flesh?' he said, abruptly—'not coloured wax.'
'Of course there is a decorative convention in his painting'—her tone was a little stiff—'but so there is in all painting.'
Fenwick shrugged his shoulders.
'Go and look at Rubens—or Velasquez.'
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'Why not at Leonardo—and Raphael?'