Also because I liked to think I got something out of Blantyre; and that he would wish I hadn't.

He could paint a bit--don't you think so ?" "He could paint a bit--always," she replied.
A silence followed.

Her back was turned to him, her face was towards the pictures.
Presently he spoke, with a little deferential anxiety in the tone.

"Are you interested in Blantyre ?" he asked, cautiously.

Getting up, he came over to her.
"He has been arrested--as I said--with the others." "No, you did not say so.