"I shall have to depend a great deal on your judgment in that matter," he went on. "You won't mind it, I hope?"
"Not if you won't mind it's not being worth anything."
"It will be worth everything!"
"Or if you won't care for my not giving it, sometimes."
"I don't understand."
"Well, I shouldn't want to seem to talk her over."
"Oh, no! You don't think I expected you to do that? It was merely the right point of view I wanted to get."
"I don't know as I object to that," said Cornelia.
The car which she wished to take came by, and he stopped it and handed her aboard. She thought he might decide to come with her, but he bowed his good-night, and she saw him walking on down town as she passed him.
At the end of a fortnight Ludlow had failed to get his picture of Charmian; at the end of a month he began with a new pose and a fresh theory. That quality of hers which he hoped to surprise with Cornelia's help, and which was to give verity and value to his portrait, when once he expressed it there, escaped him still.