"And now paint, my lord, paint!" she commanded him, with stern insistence, as she thrust them into his hands.
Bertram laughed shamefacedly.
"Oh, I say, Billy," he began; but Billy had gone.
Out in the hall Billy was speeding up-stairs, talking fiercely to herself.
"We'll, Billy Neilson Henshaw, it's come! Now behave yourself.

_That was the painting look!_ You know what that means.

Remember, he belongs to his Art before he does to you.

Kate and everybody says so.

And you--you expected him to tend to you and your silly little songs.