"Has Titian finished?"
"For the present--He will lay it away."
"I know," she laughed, "--to mellow!... How did you like it?"
He hesitated a second. "It was a little rough," he confessed.
"Always!" The laugh rippled sweetly. "Like a log of wood--or a heap of
stones--or a large loaf of bread."
He stirred uneasily. "Do you sit to him often?" he asked.
Her eyes dwelt for a moment on his face. "Not now," she replied.