She painted with all the delicacy of an artist.

She was there, as a close friend of Alice Palgrave, to discover why Gilbert had not gone with her to the Maine coast.
"I haven't heard from you since we left town," she said, beating about the bush, "and being in the neighborhood I thought it would be delightful to catch a glimpse of you and hear your news.

I have none, except that I have just lost the butler who has been with me for so long, and Edmond is having his portrait painted again for some club or institution.

It's the ninth time, I believe.

He likes it.