'Of course,' Mrs. Venables said gently, after a moment. 'I will give it to you now.... I am so sorry....'
'Thank you tremendously.'
Betty put the notes in her purse. Mrs. Venables became aware that the Crevequer smile, with the single dimple, was rather engaging. Then Tommy came up with Venables, and said it was time to go away.
Miss Varley, as she said good-bye, referred to Betty's statement that she sometimes posed.
'Will you for me? I am painting a picture, and I should be very grateful if you would.'
The unsmiling directness of the tone made the request very much a matter of business. Betty said she would.
'Warren and Prudence are always painting,' Miranda explained mournfully. 'Their pictures are rotten, I think; I hate them.'
The Crevequers went.
'Very picturesque; very striking; very sad,' Mrs. Venables observed.
'Very obvious,' Warren commented. 'I would have betted a guinea that Crevequer would borrow from me; he did. I call that so obvious as to be tiresome.'