“I thought French painting was a bit livelier, but it seems about as dud as the Liverpool Art Gallery. Aren’t there any more of those figure pictures?”
“Nudes?”
“That what you call ’em?”
“That is what they are called.”
“Let’s have a look at some, anyway.”
“We’ll go through here, then, and I’ll show you ‘La Source.’ It is considered remarkable flesh painting, although I don’t care for it very particularly.”
As they turned to the modern side, Vincent dropped his voice, and said:
“Pretty hot, Paris, isn’t it?”
“I’ve never been here in the summer,” replied Wynne, an answer which made his companion laugh very heartily.
“You are not giving much away, are you?” he mocked.