"It might have been in one with the shirt!" she said.
"Far-seeing intuitiveness! I admit it might; but fortunately in this case it's not. Then you'll excuse me if I take off my coat?"
"Yes, I want you to—coat, collar, and tie; so that I can sketch your neck down to the base of the throat."
"Ah!" I said, drawing off my coat, "I was wondering how you were going to fix up Hyacinthus with a lavender tie!"
She deigned no answer to that, and sat down just in front of me. A piece of plain drawing paper was put upon the easel before the canvas.
"Will you raise your head more? and throw your eyes up? higher, above my head!"
"May I not look straight at you?"
"No: up! up! to the window above me!"
"Won't you come and put me in the right position?"
"No. I am sure you have intellect enough to understand verbal directions."