"
"You shall have it. But let's consider. I must see your pics first, and
overhaul your sketches, and find out about your tendencies. You should see what
the papers say about my tendencies! Then I'll give you good advice, and you
shall paint according. Isn't that it, Maisie?"
Again there was triumph in Dick's eye.
"It's too good of you,--much too good. Because you are consoling yourself with
what will never happen, and I know that, and yet I want to keep you. Don't
blame me later, please."
"I'm going into the matter with my eyes open. Moreover the Queen can do no
wrong. It isn't your selfishness that impresses me. It's your audacity in
proposing to make use of me."
"Pooh! You're only Dick,--and a print-shop."
"Very good: that's all I am. But, Maisie, you believe, don't you, that I love
you? I don't want you to have any false notions about brothers and sisters."
Maisie looked up for a moment and dropped her eyes.
"It's absurd, but--I believe. I wish I could send you away before you get angry
with me. But--but the girl that lives with me is red-haired, and an
impressionist, and all our notions clash."
"So do ours, I think. Never mind. Three months from today we shall be laughing
at this together.
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