Beaton made a show of not deigning to reply, and put himself in the pose she suggested, frowning.
“Ah, that's it. But a little more animation—
“'As when a great thought strikes along the brain,
And flushes all the cheek.'”
She put her forehead down on the back of her hand and laughed again. “You ought to be photographed. You look as if you were sitting for it.”
Beaton said: “That's because I know I am being photographed, in one way. I don't think you ought to call me affected. I never am so with you; I know it wouldn't be of any use.”
“Oh, Mr. Beaton, you flatter.”
“No, I never flatter you.”
“I meant you flattered yourself.”
“How?”
“Oh, I don't know. Imagine.”