"I wish you'd paint a likeness of my son.
You've seen him plenty of times.

We won't fight about the price, don't you be afraid of that." Beaton was astonished, and in a mistaken way he was disgusted.

He saw that Dryfoos was trying to undo Mrs.Mandel's work practically, and get him to come again to his house; that he now conceived of the offence given him as condoned, and wished to restore the former situation.

He knew that he was attempting this for Christine's sake, but he was not the man to imagine that Dryfoos was trying not only to tolerate him, but to like him; and, in fact, Dryfoos was not wholly conscious himself of this end.

What they both understood was that Dryfoos was endeavoring to get at Beaton through Conrad's memory; but with one this was its dedication to a purpose of self sacrifice, and with the other a vulgar and shameless use of it.
"I couldn't do it," said Beaton.