hought you hadn't seen her."

"I saw her in Paris--twice. She was wonderfully clever, but she didn't
charm me."

He quickly considered, saying then all kindly: "I won't inflict the
thing on you in that case--we'll leave it alone for the present." Biddy
made no reply to this at first, but after a moment went straight over
to the row of stacked canvases and exposed several of them to the light.
"Why did you say you wished to go to the theatre to-night?" her
companion continued.

Still she was silent; after which, with her back turned to him and a
little tremor in her voice while she drew forth successively her
brother's studies, she made answer: "For the sake of your company,
Peter! Here it is, I think," she added, moving a large canvas with some
effort. "No, no, I'll hold it for you. Is that the light?"

She wouldn't let him take it; she bade him stand off and allow her to
place it in the right position. In this position she carefully presented
it, supporting it at the proper angle from behind and showing her head
and shoulders above it. From the moment his eyes rested on the picture
Peter accepted this service without protest. Unfinished, simplified and
in some portions merely suggested, it was strong, vivid and assured, it
had already the look of life and the promise of power. Peter felt all
this and was startled, was strangely affected--he had no idea Nick moved
with that stride. Miriam, seated, was represented in three-quarters,
almost to her feet. She leaned forward with one of her legs crossed over
the other, her arms extended and foreshortened, her hands locked
together round her knee. Her beautiful head was bent a little,
broodingly, and her splendid face seemed to look down at life. She had a
grand appearance of being raised aloft, with a wide regard, a survey
from a height of intelligence, for the great field of the artist, all
the figures and passions he may represent. Peter asked himself where his
kinsman had learned to paint like that. He almost gasped at the
composition of the thing and at the drawing of the difficult arms. Biddy
abstained from looking round the corner of the canvas as she held it;
she only watched, in Peter's eyes, for this gentleman's impression of
it. That she easily caught, and he measured her impression--her
impression of _his_ impression--when he went after a few minutes to
relieve her. She let him lift the thing out of her grasp; he moved it
and rested it, so that they could stil