“Could I?”
She flushed, and he noticed it, and the soft red tinge that spread to her throat.
“Of course you could, with your colour sense and your vision. You only want the technical knowledge.”
“I am trying to get that.”
“Do you know, it would interest me immensely, as an artist, to see what you would create.”
“You seem to believe——”
“I believe you would have very fine visions which it would be delightful for me to plant into life.”
She turned and looked at him with something in her eyes that he had never seen before.
“I believe I could do it, if you believe I can do it.”
He had a sudden desire to stretch out his hand and to touch her hair, even as he touched Lynette’s hair, with a certain playful tenderness.