But I want you to know that, whatever title it is exhibited under, it will always be, to me, a portrait--the truest I have ever painted." She flushed with genuine pleasure as she said brightly, "I like you for that.

And now let's try it on Conrad Lagrange and Myra Willard.

You get him, and I'll run and bring her.

Mind you don't let Mr.Lagrange in until I get back! I want to watch him when he first sees it." When the artist found Conrad Lagrange and told him that the picture was finished, the novelist, without comment, turned his attention to Czar.
The painter, with an amused smile, asked, "Won't you come for a look at it, old man ?" The other returned gruffly, "Thanks; but I don't think I care to risk it." The artist laughed.

"But Miss Andres wants you to come.