"That would be true if one had any desire to remember them," he returned. "But no," he corrected himself; "it is not true in any case. Where there is only one definite set of features to forget, it is forgotten wholly and absolutely, once that point is reached. But the woman with the elusive features has so many sides that it would take a long time to forget them all. And then a man is always so entrancingly occupied calling up her picture. You let all the fleeting phases float around you. What more engrossing than to choose among these rival gleams of loveliness, yet find them all enchanting and precious?" "You convince me of the absolute unforgetableness of the elusive woman," she laughed. Then, abruptly, she grew grave again. When he stopped work for that morning, they both inspected the canvas critically. "I think I have made the right beginning--you see the spirit of the idea is all there." "With the help of the lesson you gave me before," she ventured. "If I continue equally well, we shall find oceans of time before the end of the month. Wouldn't it be splendid if the Salon received it!" She was full of joyous delight at the prospect, but, glancing at the clock, gave an exclamation of horror. "We are forgetting lunch!" A minute or two later Wyndham was shaking hands with the old earl, who was gazing into his face with apparently affectionate interest. "This is very pleasant," said the earl. "Why, bless my soul, I haven't caught a glimpse of you for--let me see--three or four years is it? What has been amiss? Genius starving in a garret?--eh?" "Pretty good guess," said Wyndham. "You look fat enough, and sleek enough," laughed the earl. "On the face of things, I should have taken it that you've done very much better than I have. Now, if you had had to put up with my scoundrel of a cook----" "There was only one sauce on one occasion, father." "So you insist, so you insist. Well, you seem pretty straight on your feet again, my boy; so all's well that ends well." They sat down to table. "Making lots of nice little pictures?--eh?" recommenced the earl genially. "Oh, the one I am making sketches for here is rather tremendous--the size of a wall!" "The size of a wall!" echoed the earl. "My gracious!" "And now Mr. Wyndham has started a tiny one of me," put in Lady Betty. "I'm going to stand to him an hour or two every morning, and we'll send it to the Salon next month." "Bless my soul! That'll be a very pretty little thing." "It's only one side of me. Mr. Wyndham thinks I've so many sides, and he selected just one of them." "Mr. Wyndham's a genius, but, with all deference to him, I don't see that you've any more sides to you than I have or Mr. Wyndham has. We have each two sides and no more." He raised his tumbler of egg-and-milk and whiskey, and drank deeply. The others laughed. "Oh, Mr. Wyndham thinks I'm so many persons rolled into one," explained Lady Betty, "and that you can take your choice."