"Hullo!" he exclaimed. "You here? Why, I thought you would be in the arms of the fair Suzee by this time."
"So I might have been," I answered, looking up from the sketch, "but I got put off somehow, so I left her and went to church instead!"
Morley burst out laughing.
"You are the funniest fellow," he exclaimed, taking his seat beside me on the ground and clasping his hands round his knees. "So Suzee has offended you, has she? Do you know, I think that's where we ordinary people get ahead of fellows like you. You are too sensitive. We're not so particular. When I'm stuck on Mary Ann it doesn't matter to me what she says or does. It doesn't interfere with my happiness."
I went on painting in silence.
"Funny those chaps look with their long hair, don't they?" he remarked after a moment, as I painted the light on the priest's long curl.
"Very picturesque, don't you think?" I said.
"No, I don't," returned the Briton stoutly. "I think it's beastly."
I laughed this time, and having completed the portrait, slipped it into my portfolio and prepared to put away my paints.
"Don't you want any dinner?" asked Morley. "You must be hungry."