“You may sit down there. Please give me that color-box. Those pines are so hard to get in.”
“Thank you. I shall sit when I am made welcome. You have not said so much as that you are glad to see me.”
“That was stupid of me. Of course I am glad to see you. How did you like Cuba?”
“It was very hot.”
“Was that the extent of your observation? It seems rather limited. Do you think that lower stone is purple enough? Purple is such a difficulty!”
“I wish you would not paint now.”
“Why not? But I must. I shall never get just this light again. It is the most important thing in life—that rock.”
“Let me see.” He took the sketch and put it aside, out of her reach.
“Please,” she said.
“No.”