"And it was then" he took in, "that you wouldn't deal?"
"Well"—try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now—"those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought him; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to."
"The difference"—Hugh wanted it so adorably definite—"that you didn't see your way to accepting———?"
"No, not to accepting the condition he named."
"Which was that he'd keep the picture for you if you'd treat me as too 'low'———?"
"If I'd treat you," said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, "as impossible."
He kept her eyes he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. "And not even for the sake of the picture—?" After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn't make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He had it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his
