"So I did really satisfy you? I realised your expectations?" she murmured. I lifted one of her hands to my lips and kissed it.
"Satisfied is not the word," I returned, looking up into the dark blue eyes above me with my own burning with admiration. "I was entranced. May I shew it to you?"
"Yes, I should like to see it," she answered.
I rose and brought over to her the picture and set it so that we both could see it together. She gazed at it some time in silence.
"Do you like it?" I asked suddenly with keen anxiety.
"You have idealised me, Trevor!"
"It is impossible to idealise what is in itself divine," I replied quietly. She looked at me, her face full Of colour but her eyes alight and smiling.
"I am so glad, so happy that you are pleased. You have drawn it magnificently. What life you put into your things—they live and breathe."
She turned and looked at my clock.
"I must go now, I have been here ages." She began to put on her hat and cloak. When I had fastened the latter round her throat, I took both her hands in mine.