He spoke directly to Delilah. It was doubtful if he saw Porter. He
was blind to everything except the fact that his genius had designed
for Delilah Jeliffe a costume which would make her fame and his.
They followed him through the wide hall to the back porch in which he
had set up his easel. There, where a flowering almond bush flung its
branches against a background of green, he had worked out his idea.
A water-color sketch on the easel showed a girl in white--a girl who
might have been a queen or an empress. Her gown partook of the
prevailing mode, but not slavishly. There was distinction in it, and
color here and there, which Colin explained.
"It must be of sheer white, with many flowing flounces, and with faint
pink underneath like the almond bloom. And there must be a bit of
heavenly blue in the hat, and a knot of green at the girdle--and a veil
flung back--you see?--there'll be sky and field and flowers and a white
cloud--all the delicate color and bloom----"
Still explaining, he was at last induced to leave the picture, and have
tea. While Delilah poured, Porter watched the two, interested and
diverted by enthusiasms which seemed to him somewhat puerile for a man
who could do real things in the world of art.
Yet he saw that Delilah took the little man very seriously, that she
hung on his words of advice, and that she was obedient to his demands
upon her.
"She'll marry him some day," he said to himself, and Delilah seemed to
divine his thought, for when at last Colin had rushed back to his
sketch, she settled herself in her low chair, and told Porter of their
first meeting.
"I'll begin at the beginning," she said; "it is almost too funny to be
true, and it could not possibly have happened to any one but me and
Colin.
"It was last summer when I was on the North Shore. Father and I stayed
at a big hotel, but I was crazy to get acquainted with the cottage
colony.
"But somehow I didn't seem to make good--you see that was in my crude
days when I wanted to be a cubist picture instead of a daguerreotype.
I liked to be startling, and thought that to attract attention was to
attract friends--but I found that I did not attract them.
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