She gave him a quick, keen glance, and put her head again on one side to squint. "I have no intention of returning." "Have you exhausted Indian subjects?" "Oh no!" she exclaimed, with sudden, artistic enthusiasm. "I have just begun to see what I want to do." "Then why not come back?" She did not reply, and he resumed, with tender gravity: "I hope I haven't made it so unpleasant for you that you are running away to escape _me_?" She turned with a sharp word on her tongue, but he was so frank and so handsome, and withal so humble, that she instantly relented. She was used to this humility in men and knew the meaning thereof, and a flush of gratified pride rose to her face. The proud soldier had become a suitor like the others. "Oh no--you have nothing to do with it," she replied, carelessly. "I am glad of that. I was afraid you might think me unsympathetic, but I am not. I am here this morning to offer you my cordial assistance, for I am eager to see this people put into art. So far as I know, they have never been adequately treated in painting or in sculpture." "Thank you," she said, "I don't think I shall go very far with them. They are very pleasant on canvas, but there are too many disagreeable things connected with painting them. I don't see how you endure the thought of living here among them." She shuddered. "I hate them!" "I don't understand that hardness in you, Miss Brisbane," he replied. "I'm sure it isn't mysterious. I hate dirt and rags, even when painted. Now Little Peta here is quite different. She is a dear little thing. See her sigh--she gets so tired, but she's patient." "You are making a beautiful picture of her. Your skill is marvellous." His method of approach was more adroit than he realized; she softened yet again. "Thank you. I seem to have hit her off very well." "Will you exhibit in Washington this winter?" he asked, with boyish eagerness. "I may--I haven't quite decided," she said, quite off guard at last. "If you do I wish you would let me know. I may be able to visit the exhibition and witness your triumph." She began to suspect his motives. "Oh, my little row of paintings couldn't be tortured into a triumph. I've stolen the time for them from Mr. Lawson, whose illustrations I have neglected." She was again cold and repellent. "Miss Brisbane, this whole situation has become intolerable to me." He rose and faced her, very sincere and deeply earnest. "I do not like to have you go away carrying an unpleasant impression of me. What can I do to change it? If I have been boorish or presuming in any way I sincerely beg your pardon." She motioned to Peta. "You can go now, dear, I've done all I can to-day." Curtis took up his hat. "I hope I have not broken up your sitting. It would be unpardonable in me." She squinted back at the picture with professional gravity. "Oh no; I only had a few touches to put in under the chin--that luminous shadow is so hard to get. I'm quite finished."