"See; I am careful not to give it the form of a compliment.

I did n't think you were beautiful at first.

But you have come to seem so little by little." "Take care, now, your jug does n't burst!" exclaimed Lizzie.
"I think sitting for one's portrait is only one of the various forms of idleness," said Mr.Wentworth.

"Their name is legion." "My dear sir," cried Felix, "you can't be said to be idle when you are making a man work so!" "One might be painted while one is asleep," suggested Mr.Brand, as a contribution to the discussion.
"Ah, do paint me while I am asleep," said Gertrude to Felix, smiling.
And she closed her eyes a little.

It had by this time become a matter of almost exciting anxiety to Charlotte what Gertrude would say or would do next.
She began to sit for her portrait on the following day--in the open air, on the north side of the piazza.