“Yes, you would. You love being worshipped and run after.”
“Good soup, isn’t it?”
She made no answer to this. After a silence she said:
“Why were you so late?”
“To give you time to study the evening paper.”
“Were you working?”
“No—cursing.”
“Why?”
“This damned portrait’s going to be no good either!”
“Then you’d better give it up.”