"I hope I am. It's a healthy sign."
"Healthy?"
"Certainly. The satisfied never get anywhere…. That Byzanite business has begun to wear on my nerves."
"Thousands and thousands of people have gone to see it, and have praised it. You know what the papers have been saying—"
Under her light hand she felt the impatient movement of his shoulders, and her hand fell away.
"Don't you care for it, now that it's finished?" she asked, wondering.
"I'm devilish sick of it," he said, so savagely that every nerve in her recoiled with a tiny shock. She remained silent, motionless, awaiting his pleasure. He set his palette, frowning. She had never before seen him like this.
After a while she said, quietly: "If you are waiting for me, please tell me what you expect me to do, because I don't know, Kelly."
"Oh, just stand over there," he said, vaguely; "just walk about and stop anywhere when you feel like stopping."
She walked a few steps at hazard, partly turned to look back at him with a movement adorable in its hesitation.