It was all too startling.

He was going--for how long?
"Why are you going ?" she asked, when she had recovered her poise.
"Well, you see I haven't quite learned my painting yet, and I must study in great Art centres where one isn't turned down by one's own judgment." "Ananias!" she said at last.

"Ananias!" "Why do you say I'm a liar ?" he asked, flushing a little, though there was intense inquiry in his eyes.

"Because I think it.

It isn't your work only that's taking you away." Suddenly she laughed.