"Don't say I've taken you away then."
"Taken me away?"
"From the love of art. I like them myself now, poor George's treasures. I didn't, of old, so much, because it seemed to me he made too much of them—he was always talking."
"Well, I won't talk," said Nick.
"You may do as you like—they're yours."
"Give them to the nation," Nick went on.
"I like that! When we have done with them."
"We shall have done with them when your Vandykes and Moronis have cured me of the delusion that I may be of their family. Surely that won't take long."
"You shall paint me," said Julia.
"Never, never, never!" Nick uttered these words in a tone that made his companion stare; and he appeared slightly embarrassed at this result of his emphasis. To relieve himself he said, as they had come back to the place beside the lake where the boat was moored: "Sha'n't we really go and fetch Mr. Hoppus?"
She hesitated. "You may go; I won't, please."
"That's not what I want."
"Oblige me by going. I'll wait here." With which Mrs. Dallow sat down on the bench attached to the little landing.
Nick, at this, got into the boat and put off; he smiled at her as she sat there watching him. He made his short journey, disembarked and went into the pavilion; but when he came out with the object of his errand he saw that Mrs. Dallow had quitted her station—she had returned to the house
