Ever since she remembered he had boarded her out, here and there, as he was now boarding her at the Duchess's--and had only come to visit her at intervals, sometimes intervals that stretched into months.
"Barney is rather sweet on you," remarked Hunt after the two were gone.
"I know he is," conceded Maggie in a matter-of-fact way.
"And he seems jealous of Larry--both regarding you, and regarding the bunch." "He thinks he can run the bunch just as well as Larry.

Barney's clever all right, and has plenty of nerve--but he's not in Larry's class.

Not by a million miles!" Hunt perceived that this daring, world-defying, embryonically beautiful model of his had idealized the homecoming nephew of the Duchess into her especial hero.

Hunt said no more, but painted rapidly.

Night had fallen outside, and long since he had switched on the electric lights.