"Your thinking it doesn't make it so."
"No——"
"But if you let him see——"
"The whole idea is not to let him see! That's what I shall do it all for. Good-by!"
She put the paper bag down on the bureau for the greater convenience of embracing Cornelia.
"Why don't you stay and have breakfast with me?" Cornelia asked. "You'll be sick."
"Breakfast? And ruin everything! I would rather never have any breakfast!" She took up the paper bag again, and explored it with an eager hand, while she stared absently at Cornelia. "Ah! I thought there was one left! What mites of things." She put the last ginger-snap into her mouth, and with a flying kiss to Cornelia as she passed, she flashed out of the door, and down the stairs.
XXV.
After all, Ludlow decided that he would paint Charmian in her own studio, with the accessories of her peculiar pose in life about her; they were factitious, but they were genuine expressions of her character; he could not realize her so well away from there.